TITLE:   INTELLECTUAL INTERCOURSE
AUTHOR:  NATALIE
E-MAIL:  obriens@mulberry.com 
RATING:  NC-17
*Disclaimer: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully and the X-Files (all
encompassing) belong to Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen Productions
and the Fox Broadcasting Corporation. No serious infringements
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*Warning: This story is erotica. For that reason it carries a
SEXUAL CONTENT warning. If this isn't your style(or if MSR
isn't your style) this is the time to check out.

Thanks go to Ra, my ever selfless editor, Teresa, for the title <g>
and all the wonderful people that sent me feedback on my first
smut. This is for you :)

Okay, enough talk... ;D
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The lights from the TV flickered against the faces of the apartment's
two occupants.

"I can't believe your making me watch a girly movie." Mulder
whined.

"It's better than watching *your* movies, Mulder." She retorted,
eyes never leaving the screen.

"Come on Scully..." Mulder drawled suggestively. "I'm sure there
are better things we could be doing..." His hand, which had been
lying innocently on his lap slipped over to Scully's knee, slowly
sliding upwards.

Scully quickly slapped his wayward hand away. "Better then
watching Tom Cruise yell 'Show me the money'? I don't know what
your talking about."

Scully grinned to herself at Mulder's long suffering sigh. He was so
fun to tease.

Mulder sat, stilled as Scully returned her attention to movie. Maybe
he had given up, she though to herself.

A silly thought, she knew.

The rustle of clothing to her right alerted her that Mulder was about
to try again.

Scully breathed in sharply as one finger slowly drew itself across the
naked flesh between her blue jeans and black tee, spreading
goosebumps in it's wake.

She was wearing one of those shirts that she only wore around the
house. Or around Mulder. It was black, tight and didn't quite cover
all of her stomach completely, though it couldn't quite be called a
midriff.

Scully tired to make it look like she was still watching the movie but
in reality all of her attention was focused on the finger drawing
circles on her stomach.

Mulder smiled in the semi-darkness. He loved Scully stomach, soft
and strong. He was also glad to see he could compete with Tom
Cruise.

Even in the dim light projected by the TV, Mulder could see
Scully's eyes fixed on his hand. What would you like me to do? He
wanted to ask. As you stare at my hand what are you thinking
about? Are you imagining my hand in your hair? On your breasts?
Inside of you? Still, he did not say these words out loud. He liked
the idea of seducing Scully without a word, letting the other senses
guide them.

Mulder let his hand go lower, just beneath where her jeans started.
Scully again made a quiet noise, somewhere between and sigh and a
gasp. She let her legs spread a little further apart.

Mulder couldn't believe how turned on he was getting but this, how
erotic it was to watch Scully watch him as he tired to turn her on.
His hand looked so dark, huge against her white stomach.

Mulder couldn't help himself. He needed to see what effect he was
having on the woman beside him. He needed to feel the wetness
inside of her that he had caused.

His other hand reached towards her and unbuttoned Scully's jeans
with a professional's speed.

Seeing more of her, touching more didn't quench his thirst, it just
increased it. He shifted uncomfortably in his jeans.

He could smell her now. The smell hit him like a two ton truck. He
needed more, always more.

Scully's eyes widened as Mulder knelt before her. He placed both
hands on her underwear, shimming it down with her jeans.

Scully squirmed; the leather couch felt delicious against her bare
skin.

Mulder slipped his hands underneath her knees, moving her
forward. Scully could feel his hot breath against her, coming closer
and closer... Her head lolled back against the couch, eyes closing.

Mulder buried his head between Scully's legs, her hairs tickling him.
He hadn't been able to perform this act for her yet but he had
imagined it countless times, in car rides, plane rides, while staring at
her from across their basement office. He had imagined going over
to her as she sat, oh so serious looking, in her hair chair working
studiously at some report. He imagined kneeling before her, without
saying a word, lifting her skirt up inch by inch while she threw her
head back moaning, unable to talk. He would sit there, head nestled
between her legs, licking and sucking until she came so hard that she
couldn't help but scream with the force of it.

Just as she was doing now.

Scully couldn't stop moaning. This was too much for her senses.
She pulled not so gently at Mulder's hair trying to make the contact
harder as she felt her orgasm come up on her. It was too fast... Too
intense... She couldn't...

Stars exploded behind her closed lids as she screamed her pleasure
out to the world.

Too good...

Mulder placed a light kiss on her stomach as she stilled, cradling her
in his arms.

Finally she spoke, breaking the silence. "Mulder..." She licked her
lips. "That was... Amazing."

He grinned, made ridiculously happy by her words.

She smiled back her, her head resting bonelessly against him. "And
as soon as I recover, I'll have to return the favour."

*****

Scully breathed in and out in an attempt to calm her racing heart.
That had been... incredible. She had never felt anything like it. As
she had said she wanted to return the favour. Scully had always
liked to give as good as she got.

A small smile curled her lips upwards as a thought occurred to her.

She looked up at Mulder's face from the safety of his arms. He
really was wonderful, letting her recover, taking nothing from her till
she did.

"Mulder..." She said softly.

"Hmmm?" He answered, matching her low tone.

"Lie down." She whisper in his ear.

Mulder tilted his head to the side inquiringly but did as told.
She shook her head at him. "No. On your front."

Mulder rolled over, grimacing slightly at the tightness of his jeans
against his still hard erection as he did.

Scully straddled his ass, pushing him deeper into the couch. The
friction of his jeans against her naked flesh felt intoxicating.

"Have you ever heard of intellectual foreplay, Mulder? She asked,
her hot breath tickling his ear.

Mulder grinned. "Sure Scully, we do it all the time."

"We do, do we? She seemed to ponder this for a moment.

"Yes." He answered, his grin slightly pained this time. She had
shifted on top of him with her words and he had to grit his teeth to
stop his moan of pleasure. He fought to speak. "We do it all the
time Scully. Ever since we met. We've been teasing each other for
years. Intellectual foreplay... You know I only want you for your
mind."

He could hear her throaty chuckle coming from behind him. "Now I
feel shallow, Mulder. All these years I've just been coveting your
body."

He laughed. God, he loved getting all this downtime with Scully.
She felt free to be herself around him now, like never before, and so
did he. No masks.

"Well... Be that as it may, your getting me off topic. I'd like to try a
*new* type of intellectual foreplay." She leaned forward, breasts
rubbing against his back. "I just have one question..."

His breath caught at the contact. "What's that?"

"Where would you like me to start?

Mulder spluttered for a moment. "I- I don't know." He finally
stuttered, a little unsure of where the redhead resting against him
was leading.

She bent down beside his ear again speaking in a husky whisper.
"Would you like me to start with your face? How much I like the
way your eyes change colour when we make love? The way your
bottom lip teases me? That when you bite it at the office, in the car,
when you're coming, it makes me want to be the biting it, licking it
as you do? Or how I love the way your stubble feels against my skin
as we kiss or against my breasts? Or how good it felt, just now,
between my legs?"

Mulder was now fighting against the urge to thrust even though it
was only the couch below him, not Scully's body. He was turned on
unbelievably and she hadn't even touched him. Her voice, so
beautiful and familiar felt like a river gurgling to his ears, calming to
his ears even as it inflamed other parts of his body. He felt like he
was going to explode. But Scully wasn't done her particular brand of
sweet torture.

"Would you like me to tell you how much I like your shoulders,
your back?" She whispered, her voice betraying how aroused she
was too. "How I love the may your muscles ripple as you pushing
into me? I love your body, Mulder. All of it. I love the fact that you
give it to me so freely, so completely. I love the feeling of your chest
under my hands. I love the sound of your moans as I lick at you.
The responsiveness of you in my hands, how you let me see your
need and desire..." She stopped for a moment. " I love you ass."
She said with a grin in her voice. "*Oh*, how I love your ass." She
chuckled. I love squeezing it, pushing you deeper into me. It feels so
good to me, Mulder."

Mulder couldn't hold back any longer, he moaned as he thrusted
helplessly.

Scully tired to ignore the feeling he was producing, the desire that
filled her at his reaction to her words. It was hard not to get
distracted though...

I love letting you fill me, Mulder. You fit so perfectly. Just the sight
of you sliding into feels like it could bring me to orgasm. "I love-"

She was cut off by Mulder flipping beneath her on to his back. He
grabbed her, claiming her mouth with a heat and possessiveness that
sent shivers crawling up her back.

"Now, Scully. Please." He begged looking into her eyes deeply even
as he thrust up hard against her.

Scully let out a half-strangled scream. His clothed erection was so
hard. She couldn't believe how turned on she was. She couldn't
have continued her verbal seduction even if she wanted to. She was
way past words.

She lifted herself slightly, yanking at his jeans in a futile attempt to
get them off him. Finally Mulder moved her off of him. He pulled
his jeans and boxers off himself. Scully laid back against the couch
as did, waiting. She didn't have to wait to long. They both groaned
as his body settled against hers.

"Now." She sighed, barely able to wrap her mind around the simple
word.

Mulder slid into her.

They both exhaled, stopping all other movement for a minute. But
that didn't last very long. Mulder had the slimmest sliver of control
left and Scully wasn't far behind him.

Mulder pulled Scully's shirt off, thankful to any and all gods that she
wasn't wearing a bra. He didn't think he could mange figuring out
the hooks in one at the moment. Scully tried to unbutton his shirt
but gave up half way, leaving it hanging off his frame. She urged
him faster with her hands. He pushed deeper into her. Then
withdrew completely, just to slid all the way back in. He repeated
this over and over, each time making the contact harder, deeper,
faster.

Scully's orgasm came up on her so fast, it left her breathless. She
convulsed around him, arms fluttering against his back as he
continued to thrust hard into her, prolonging her pleasure.

"Mulder!" She screamed as her orgasm shook her.

It was finally the sound of that voice, the voice that had aroused him
so much earlier that brought him to the edge.

Three more thrusts and he was gone, floating in a place where there
was only him, Scully and the incredible pleasure. There was no
thought, only sensation.

He collapsed against her as he came back to the earth, spent.

They lay there, breathing in tandem as they came off of there highs,
high on the world's oldest drug.

"Well," He said finally. "That was the closest I've ever gotten to a
religious experience."

The only response from the woman beneath him was a snort.

He grinned, holding her tighter.


THE END

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