Purple
By Ms Lillian
ms_lillian@my-deja.com
Rating - NC-17
Catagory - MSR PWP

Notes -
I'm sure this has not been on the group before -
I have posted it to the smut list, but have a mental
block as to whether it made it here. Deja-news searches
say no.
This is just sex. Really - no redeeming qualities
whatsoever. Oh dear. I wanted it to be a story,
I tried, I tried very, very hard. I'm sorry :)

Disclaimer -
Mulder and Scully do not belong to me.
Damn. I just toy with them lovingly.

I call it 'Purple' because I like the color.
Latex Snapper - I'm doing it again ;)
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Slowly, he ran his hands down her thighs. Tracing lightly,
reverently, until he reached her knees, fingers massaging her skin
softly. Gently. He nudged, parting and opening her to his touch,
his eyes leaving her face to trail hungrily down her body until they
reached the curls directly in front of him, glistening amber,
beautiful and inviting. He exhaled at the sight his shaky breath
coolly grazing her, only to sharply inhale as she shifted lower,
opening herself a little more to his gaze.

He had to taste.

Mulder smoothed his palms back up her thighs, dipping his head
downwards, eyes flicking back to find hers as he moved closer. His
fingers reached their destination first, drawing circles slowly on
her hipbones then moving inwards to part her, so soft so wet, with
his thumbs; opening her, warm, blush pink and succulent, for his
mouth. He pursed his lips and blew softly across her swollen
clitoris. Icy on wet. Cold on hot. Too, too much and yet not
enough all at the same time. Still his eyes locked on to her face;
the gaze unwaveringly intense.

At the first brush of his breath, her eyes slid shut, lost in just
that sensation, just that touch, until the burning pull to see him
once more forced her to open them again. To see him. See him still
intent on her, seeing his tongue darting out to touch the exposed nub
fleetingly as she watched, seeing his eyes raised to look right into
hers, holding her gaze. Scully shuddered. Bucking upward to meet
him, silently telling him she wanted more than that single glancing
touch.

Matching her silence, Mulder steadied her hips pressing them back to
the seat, all the while holding her open, all the while studying her
reaction. Lowering his mouth to her again, with one long, lazy stroke
he lapped at her with the flat of his tongue, moving from deep wetness
to hard arousal slowly, changing his angle to flicker at the engorged
nerves once more with just the tip. Alternating tiny circles with
short, hard jabs. She wanted to close her eyes again, but the image of
his beautiful mouth on her was too addictive, she had to keep watching.
Watching him, dark hair against her thighs. Watching his tongue toy
with her body, watching his lips lock around her and suckle at the
tingling flesh, only giving in to the darkness as he pressed thickly
and sinuously inside her, closing her eyes on a gasp. He heard her
breath hiss as he used his tongue, pumping within her. Worshipping
her, fascinated by her beautiful face as the emotions flowed through
her; desire, pleasure, arousal. Finally, his own eyes shuttered
closed to savour his own intense feelings; the taste of her on his
tongue. The texture of her hot wet flesh in his mouth. The scent as
his nose pressed against her. The softness of her thighs beneath his
palms, against his cheek. The rise of her hips matching the
increasing rhythm of his mouth. The quiet breathless moans that
vibrated her body. Every flavour, every touch, every sound clearer,
sharper. So razor sharp, so intense, so...

It was too much.

A hand left her leg and moved to touch himself, fingers wrapping
around his hard, hard shaft, the palm beginning a rough, well
rehearsed stroke from base to tip. She was close, he could tell, her
body tensing beneath him,the muscles of her belly twitching as his hand
stroked her skin, moving downwards. He shifted, changing to suck at
her sensitive clitoris, and slide two fingers deeply inside her.
Resuming the actions of his now otherwise occupied tongue, pushing and
pumping in a steadily increasing tempo. Suddenly, her shallow
breathing hitched; her body stilled for a infinite moment and then
arched, a hand slapping at the worn leather of the sofa whilst the
other reached, clutching at his hair. Her drawn out exhaled gasps and
the whispering wet movements of him working her body the only sounds.
Mulder's tongue soothed as the final spasms of her climax shook her,
soft tender licks across her until she pushed him away, fingers raking
his hair.

Wordlessly, Scully pulled at shoulders, urging him up from his knees to
cover her body with his, caressing his sweat slicked skin, reaching,
desperate for him, but Mulder stopped her. Covering her hand with his
own, he lifted her fingers to his mouth and began to kiss the very
ends,small feathery kisses up over her knuckles,his tongue and teeth
joining to alternately nip and salve as he moved up her arm and across
her shoulder. Scully moved back to sift through his hair, palms
cradling the back of his head as he traced his tongue down to her
nipple, teasing at the puckered skin just as he had her clitoris not so
long ago. She held him to her, allowing him, urging him to suckle at
her until she felt the first swell of a renewed arousal eddy around
her. Mulder tasted the heat on her skin, sensed the flow within her
and his hardness twitched in response. He felt Scully move the tease
of her ragged breath against his ear, her lips brushing like velvet
against the lobe for a moment. Then very slowly, she whispered to him,
enunciating each honey-warm word carefully as they dripped from her
lips.

'Mulder. Fuck me.'

He raised his head level to hers and she saw a flare of green in
the instant before he grabbed her, wrapping a hand around the back of
her neck and pulling her into a fierce, desperate kiss, all tenderness
forgotten. He dragged his mouth from hers turning her roughly. As her
breasts pressed against the cold smooth leather of the sofa, he
positioned himself behind her and thrust hard inside her body, sinking
into her in one swift movement. He hissed a 'fuck' under his breath as
she closed around his shaft, the tight muscles clutching at his
hardness, his hand coming to rest on the small of her back he sank into
her. She pushed against him, arching her back and raising herself up
on her hands and knees,wanting more, wanting all of him inside her.
They stilled for a moment, skin to skin, his hand stroking across the
hollows and planes he found, stroking across her with an infinite care
she did not want or need. Hard, she wanted it deep, dirty. Her head
began to twist, to tell him what she wanted.

He began to move.

No delicacy, no slow-burn build, but wild and hard and fast, his hips
pumping, hands grasping, clutching at her pale tender skin, pulling
and twisting in her hair to draw her body upwards, back to chest,
never once letting the rhythm slow or subside. Exactly right.
Exactly what she wanted. Scully gasped sharply as he sank a little
deeper, a little further inside her body, bringing her arm up to
flail behind her and finally latching on to his head, turning to
devour his mouth with hers, tongues twisting together and then
plunging deep to taste him frantically. His hands grasped at her
breasts, high and firm, roughly cupping them , pulling at her taut
nipples, pinching and rolling them with little finesse and no
tenderness. Bracing herself with on hand on the back of the sofa,
she let her other move down her body to touch herself, to feel Mulder
surging into her. Feel the swollen ache of her clitoris, the warm,
sticky slickness of herself, her fingers sliding against his shaft as
he drove frantically within her. Staccato breaths pushed from his
lungs with every drive of his shaft into her, hot breath panting
against her ear, low growls sounding in his throat. The assault was
almost brutal. Animal. He was fucking her, fucking her as she had
asked him to. Hard and deep and frantic. His hand stopped it's
sweet abuse and dragged from her exquisitely painful nipples until
she felt his fingers against hers, feeling with her where they were
joined before moving up to relieve the ache she felt, rubbing in
strong hard circular motions.

Their breathing was in tandem now, short harsh gasps, his muffled as
he buried his mouth to her shoulder, lips sucking hungrily at her
salty skin. He was desperately close to exploding within her,
wrapping his arm across her shoulders in an effort to keep them
steady as he kept working her clit. Then all at once it hit her; she
bowed in his grasp and fell forward, her head thrown back, her mouth
open in a final silent wail of pleasure. Mulder followed her down,
pulling her slightly to her side and pumped his final short, rhythmless
strokes into her, eventually breaking and spilling, her twitching,
clenching muscles milking him until their shudders finally stopped.
Scully's face laid wet and burning against the leather of the sofa,
Mulder's arm wrapped firmly around her waist, draped hot and sweaty
around her body, tucking her to him tightly.


End.

See. No plot! Now, if only I could think of a good beginning
and end :)

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