Title: The Second Round
Author: Jen Taylor
E-mail: foreverornever@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Category: MSR Smut
Spoilers: Really brief for The Unnatural
Summary: It's time for round number two!

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Feedback: What are you thinking? Of course. E-mail me at:
foreverornever@yahoo.com And, if after reading this, you want
to know what happened first... Let's say, if I get enough
feedback I might be inclined to write the prequel. And maybe a
sequel. How would you all like that?

Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully belong to CC, Fox, and 1013.
If you thought they belonged to me, you need your head
examined for serious injury.

Thanks to: My wonderful beta readers: Miggie, Ken,
Jen! SPI, Sarah, Yonada, and Daphne. You guys are the best!

Author's Notes: I hope y'all like this little smut biscut.
I'm dedicating this one to Miggie, and yes, you can have
this Mulder. : D Though you may have to fight a few
people for him. ; )

Well, on with the tale!
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That was the most spectacular sex I have ever had the
pleasure to participate in.

I can say, without reserve, that I have never in my entire
life, been fucked, had sex, or made love on such a high
level.

I, Fox Mulder, am laying spread-eagled on this bed next to
a sex kitten with red hair.

"Ready for another round, Mulder?" She grins at me. It is
so wonderful to see her smile. In our work on the X-files,
it so rarely happens. I think the last time she smiled was
when we played baseball together.

"Jesus, Scully! Are you trying to kill me?" I groan,
flopping over on to my stomach, looking at her out of the
corner of my eye.

"No... I'm just trying to get lucky," she smiles again.

"Hey, you've already gotten luck once this evening. Isn't
that enough?" I joke, already feeling myself beginning to
harden in anticipation.

"Once is never enough with you, Mulder. Eternity won't
be enough," she says.

I feel tears gathering in my eyes, yet I refuse to ruin the
moment. But I think she realizes what is happening, so
when I pull her into my arms, she lays there quietly, her
head on my shoulder. I hold her tight, knowing that losing
her would surely kill me.

"Me too, Mulder," she whispers, apperently our usual mind
reading abilities in place.

I close my eyes as the tears begin to fall, and she gently
kisses them away. My tears eventually stop, but her
kisses don't.

I lay back, doing nothing but enjoying the feel of her
hands and mouth on my body. Slowly, she nibbles on my
left earlobe, eliciting a contented sigh from my lips.

I can hardly believe I am here. It seemed, once upon a
time, that the only place I would ever make love to Scully
was in my dreams. Yet here we are, and she is making
her way down my neck, working her tongue across my
chest....

"Scully..." I moan as her lips and tongue reach my nipple
and gently pull it into her mouth.

Scully the seductress is very good at what she does.

I bring my hand up to stroke her hair. I love her hair. It's
so soft and silky. I can't really tell what color it is- my
red-green color blindness at work.

"I love you, Scully," I whisper. She raises her head to
look at me.

"I love you too, Mulder." She smiles gently, then swoops
down to capture my mouth. She tastes of chocolate and
strawberries and mint, all mixed in with her own unique
flavor.

Her tongue pushes it's way into my mouth, and duels
slowly with mine, causing me to moan into her mouth.
She tastes so good. But I don't want this to be all one
sided. I want Scully's moans and groans and screams
of pleasure embeded in my brain.

So, using some of that helpful FBI training, along with
some plain old animal instinct, I flip her on to her back. A
muffled yelp of suprise comes from her lips.

"You yelped, Scully," I say. "Do you know what the
penalty for yelping is?"

She looks at me with wide, innocent eyes. "No, I don't
Mulder. Why don't you tell me?"

"It would be so much more... informative.... if I could show
you," I say, cupping her breast in my hand and running my
thumb over the nipple. It hardens instantly, and I have a
deep urge to pull it into my mouth and suckle. Of course,
when you are having sex, you simply must follow those
deep urges.

I take her breast into my mouth, lightly flicking my tongue
against her nipple. I use my hand to imitate what I'm
doing to the other breast.

Instinctively, her hips jerk toward mine, causing me to
moan in anticipation.

"Well, Scully," I say, straddling her, on my hands and
knees over her. "You have been a very bad girl. And
I'm a federal officer. I simply cannot ignore this." I say in
a mocking tone.

She's looking at me with those eyes again, the innocent
yet fuck-me look in them and all I want to do is plunge
deep inside of her until I come so hard...

It takes me a moment to clear my head, 'cause I'm going to
make this last if it's the last thing I do.

Gently, I run my index finger down the center of her
breast, giving a quick swirl around the nipple. A shudder
runs through her body.

Suddenly, her hands fly to my sides and begin to tickle
me.

Even as I begin to laugh, I pull her hands away and pin
them above her head. This is for her. And I still have one
hand, my mouth and my hips to torment her with.

Apparently, Scully has the same idea. Eagerly, she uses
her hips to rub against mine. I moan, feeling my body
disobey my orders and rub back. Again, it takes a
moment to regain control.

Ever so gently, I use my hand to smack her belly. "Shame
on you, Scully!"

"Sorry."

I know she isn't, but it doesn't bother me one bit. In the
next couple of minutes, I am going to shock and suprise
her into submission.

When we made love earlier, it was straight sex. This
time, I want to do a little bit more.

Quickly I release her hands and slide down her body until
my face is at her abdomen. I nuzzle her belly with my
nose and dip my tongue into her navel. She moans and
moves her hips, trying to get closer. I don't think she
realizes her hands are free.

Now it's time to move lower. My face is between her legs,
right where I have always wanted to be. I breathe deep
of her scent, and it makes me want to come right then
and there. But I feel that Scully would be a little put off
if I did.

I have to taste her. I want to run my tongue along her
cleft, licking up her warm, wet juices. I want to run my
tongue around her clit, around and around and around
until she comes, screaming my name.

"Mulder, please...." She moans, trying to thrust her hips
into my face.

Finally, I give into her pleas and my urges. Slowly, ever
so slowly, I drag the flat of my tongue all the way up, to
right below her clitoris, giving it a quick swirl with the tip,
then tugging it into my mouth, quickly releasing.

She screams in pleasure. She hasn't come yet, but I can
tell she is so close.

"Muler... please... I need..., Oh god, Mulder, please, I need
more...." Her hips are grinding uselessly toward my face.

"More what, Scully?" I ask. I want to hear her say it.

"More of you. Your fingers, your tongue, anything.
Please!" She's beginning to cry with frustration.

"Okay, Scully. Your wish is my command," I whisper, then
plunge back down to busy my tongue and fingers. I begin
giving her clit multiple sharp tugs, meanwhile burying
three of my fingers in her, as deep as they will go. She
tastes so good I moan, I want to be inside her so bad, as
deep as I can go.

Suddenly, with the fourth tug on her clit, I feel her
clenching around around my fingers, her juices flowing
onto my tongue.

I hear her scream my name as shudder after shudder
passes through her body. Her face is flushed, her breasts
are hard, and I can't get enough of her.

I move back up so I'm laying next to her. I stroke her
lightly from breast to hip, to bring her back down from
her orgasm. Inadvertently, I brush her nipple with the
back of my hand, and she comes again, though not nearly
so violently.

She calls my name again, and I am on cloud nine.

Whens she finally calms down, we are spooned together,
with my erection pressing against the small of her back,
and I hope she doesn't notice. This time was about her,
not me.

But she isn't one to fall asleep after sex, and she does
notice. She turns to face me and gently strokes me from
root to tip, circling her fingers around the head.

"Scully, please," I plead, half-heartedly attempting to pull
her hands away, but it feels so good, her surgeon hands
gliding over my hot, hard flesh.

"Mulder," she whispers, "I want you inside of me. I want
your cock inside of me, stroking inside me until you
come."

I can hardly refuse such a request, considering it is what I
want too. But I want her to come again. This is about
her pleasure as much as it is about mine, if not more.

I roll on to my back, and pull her on top of me. She
positions her warm, wet opening over my length. I can feel
the heat and I grow impossibly harder. I'm so hard, it
hurts. I could cut glass, no, diamonds.

Slowly, she lowers herself onto me, centimeter by
centimeter, enveloping me in her silky, hot, wet,
wonderful sheath.

I feel her all around me. I am so sensitive, I feel
every bump and curve inside of her.

I want to feel more, so I thrust my hips up, trying to get
deeper, so much deeper.

She cries out, her head dropping to her chest.

"Scully? Are you okay?" I don't want to hurt her, please
God, don't let me have hurt her.

"Do... do it again, Mulder." She pants. Puzzled, I do it
again, withdrawing, then thrusting hard. I must have hit
her g-spot because she screams.

"So... so close. Mulder... Please... more..." She begs, panting
and rocking her hips against mine fast.

I place my hands on her hips, and lift her up, until I almost
slip out of her. I hold her there for a moment, wanting
the full impact of this thrust, because I know I'm going to
come soon, very soon, and I want her to come with me.

Finally, just as we are both about to scream with
frustration, I slam her down on top of my cock, right as I
thrust up as hard as I can.

We scream together, come together.

It's a few minutes before either of us can speak. Finally, I
regain my voice.

"Scully." I pant, her forehead on my shoulder, her chest
heaving.

"Mulder." She sighs heavily.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Mulder. Now let me sleep."

I grin and pull her close as we drift into sleep.


Finis

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