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 are intended. If you wish to reprint this story, please be sure that the author's name and email address are attached as well as this disclaimer. Same goes for archiving. *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 and all the wonderful people that sent me feedback on my first smut. This is for you :) Okay, enough talk... ;D XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX 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 So....? Tell me what you think! Comments, suggestions, ideas are all welcome at obriens@mulberry.com. Thanks for reading! Natalie O'Brien *Proud Member of the United Association of Procrastinators! New members encouraged to join . . . tomorrow.* ******* X-Phile, M&S, Relationshipper's Pack #12, X-Patriot, C.M.H, LGW #119, Dragon Posse, Member of the Anti-Spellin' Brigade, EMXC, EP, FFA, LackeyX, XANGST, Member of the Beta-Reader's Circle, PFSCM #5, XPRP #1, SSSSSSiS #11 -- "Great Minds Sink Alike" -- Ra Enright ******* Find my stories archived at: http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Set/2054/natalie.html