Title: "Shake Your Egg Thing III"
Author: Sara 
silk1023@aol.com
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None except for DD's 2/26 appearance on Leno
Keywords: MSR, Smut
Summary: The night continues...

Disclaimer: Don't own them. Never will. 'Nough said.

Author Note: Here's part three of this story. The other two parts can be obtained by emailing
me (Silk1023@aol.com). Again, demand for this was overwhelming. Hope you all enjoy my latest
romp into smutville...<eg>.
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Scully felt the breath catch in her throat as Mulder reached for her hand.  She couldn't
hold back a gasp as that same electric shock seemed to go through her body at the contact.
>From Mulder's indrawn breath, she guessed it was the same for him. She took a deep breath
and pulled him into the booth next to her. He came without resistance, desire flaming in
his eyes.

"I...um...I ordered you a screwdriver..." she began nervously, not quite sure how to proceed
from here. Every bone in her body was screaming for him to simply kiss her again, but she
couldn't quite figure out how to say that. Kind of funny, especially since they'd done a
hell of a lot more in front of hundreds of people a short while ago.

"You do know what I like..don't you?" he said in a deep voice, accompanied by a feral smile.
Again with teeth. Scully knew her heart stopped as she read the passion in that gaze.
Suddenly, things seemed a bit clearer.

"You better believe I do G-Man...I figured you'd need something...soothing...on your throat
after all that singing..." she said, hearing the suggestive note that now colored her voice.
Her body was heating up again, mighty quickly. She'd been on a slow burn since their little
escapade on stage a short while ago. 

"It's a good start..." he said in a whisper, never breaking their gaze as he lifted the
drink to his lips. Scully bit her bottom lip as she watched him take a long swallow of the
liquor, gulping as she watched his adam's apple move as he swallowed, his gaze still never
leaving hers. She felt everything in her body liquefy as he set the glass back down on the
table and turned towards her, his arm going around her shoulders, pulling her against his
side. She was having trouble breathing as the scent of him hit her nostrils. Heat, smoke,
sex, and Mulder...all wrapped up together to create a powerful aphrodisiac. She knew her
reason was gone by this point, all she cared about was Mulder. And how he intended to
"catch up" to her. She shivered at the thought.

"So Agent Scully...my singing...turns you on...does it?" he managed, one hand now stroking
her arm, the other wrapped around his glass. How she wanted that free hand somewhere 
else...

"You could say that...you never told me you could sing, or that you were in a band...and by
the way," she began, her mind unclouding a tiny bit as she remembered the question that had
started all this, "what is that you're 'shaking' up there? I've been trying to figure it out
all night..." she managed, the last half of the phrase cut off as he lowered his head, his
lips brushing over her collarbone, planting kisses along it. God, this felt wonderful!

"What was I shaking....besides my irresistible body, you mean?" He managed to reply, never
lifting his lips from their delightful task. Scully simply closed her eyes and lay her head
against his, letting the magic of his lips on her sensitive skin wash over her. At his
words, she smiled slightly.

"Who says it's irresistible? I mean, it's definitely appealing...but irresistible..." she
teased, nearly moaning as his lips left her neck and his face came up to meet hers. He was
now wearing a fake pout, one she knew he put on to get sympathy. Right now, she realized it
turned her on more than anything. 

"Oh now Scully...I saw how you...'reacted' to my performance up there...I saw you from a
distance...and then, I felt you...every tremor, every sigh, every moan, every
convulsion...against me, on stage, in front of God knows how many people, not to mention
the women you headed here with tonight."  He managed, moving his lips to her forehead,
brushing more light kisses across it.  She was getting impatient, she needed more. His words
turned her on even more.  She refused to think about what the women she'd come with would
think. Hell, half the bureau thought they were sleeping together anyhow, why not?  Besides,
if she played her cards right, they'd be sleeping together by the end of the night.  It was
a vision that made her shiver, increasing the arousal now flowing through her body.  She'd
worry about the consequences later, it felt to good to stop now.

"Yes, I most certainly was 'turned on' by your performance...I don't think I've ever gotten
as ... how to put this politely..."hot"... as quickly as I was by your stage presence. You
could see, it was rather...hard to control myself...both on stage and off..." she managed
to husk back as his lips moved to her cheeks, still avoiding her lips.  She was getting
impatient now.  She wanted him.  She knew he'd have to go back on stage soon, and by God,
she was going to get some satisfaction out of this little interlude if it took all night!

She decided it was time to take matters into her own hands, literally.  She reached for his
face, pulling it away from her cheeks, and bringing it to her mouth, immediately thrusting
her tongue against his lips, demanding entrance, holding him tightly to her.  After a
moment, she felt him open his mouth in response.  Her body rejoiced as his other arm came 
around her, pulling her body tightly against his.  His mouth devoured hers, exactly like it
had earlier on stage. Scully felt the desire come screaming back tenfold, every nerve so
sensitized by Mulder.  She moaned deep in her throat as their tongues dueled back and forth.
His hands were now buried in her hair, holding her as close to him as he could.  She could
feel his cock, hard and ready, pushing against her thigh. It only served to increase her
desire.

Scully managed to pull away a bit, closing her eyes as his mouth again swooped to her neck,
his arms holding her tight.

"Mulder..." she managed on a groan, unconsciously holding his head against her neck.  She
really didn't care where they were.  The booth was secluded enough, and the lights were
almost non existent as couples everywhere engaged in the same thing.  She had to admit, the
excitement of being in a public place was just as much a turn on as the man in her arms.
Prim, proper, always by the book Agent Scully was having the time of her life.  She didn't
care what people would say. She knew most of the women she'd come with were wasted enough by
the time she'd jumped Mulder on stage, and figured they'd probably not remember.  Even if
they did, she had a feeling they wouldn't be too forthcoming, since she'd observed several of
them with their own, 'evening entertainment.'  Still, she had to admit, the thrill of the
danger turned her on.  But not nearly as much as what Mulder was now doing to her neck.

She felt him gently biting along her collarbone, soothing the slight ache with his warm
tongue. Whatever it was he was doing, it was having the desired effect.  She was burning up.
But she wanted more.  She'd had a taste of him on stage earlier, she wanted that again.

Again, she decided it was her turn to move this along.  Mulder seemed to be content to make
this last, and while she wouldn't object in other circumstances, she knew he was on a
deadline.  She was going to help him meet it, and go back on stage even more relaxed than
before.  She felt a wicked grin break over her face as she managed to move one hand down his
body, stroking his back as she went, feeling him press closer and moan softly against her
throat. 

Time for action. 

With a quick move, she suddenly slipped her hand around to the front of his body, and cupped
him through his jeans, squeezing gently.  She got her desired reaction.

Mulder's head flew up from her neck, his breath indrawn on a hiss as she moved her hand
against him.  There was an almost feral expression back in those eyes and she felt her body
liquefying even more.

"Someone wants to play dangerously tonight...don't they?..." he whispered, seeing the wicked
smile she knew was in her eyes.

"How soon you forget Mulder...I was playing quite dangerously earlier this evening..." she
managed to get out before his mouth swooped back to cover hers, stealing her words and
breath. 

She moaned as she felt him grow against her palm as she stroked him.  But it wasn't enough.
With the few operating brain cells she had left, she managed to get her fingers around his
zipper, and with a gentle tug, pulled it down.  Before he could get a breath out, she had
her hand inside his boxers, (the black silk ones she noted with satisfaction) letting out
her own moan as she felt the hardness of him jump into her grasp.

"Scully..." he hissed, closing his eyes as she started stroking him slowly, running her
hand from the base of his cock to the tip.  Short, quick strokes, followed by long slow
ones.  he could tell it was making him crazy by the way his hands were clenched in her
hair, almost painfully, his eyes closed, head leaning against her neck, simply feeling.
She smiled to herself, feeling her own body nearing the edge, simply from this simple
action of stroking him.  But, she wanted more. And she knew just how to get it.  She
opened her eyes just enough to notice the club was nearly pitch black, no one was paying
any attention to them.  All the better.  With a slight move, she lifted his head gently
from it's resting place on her neck, seeing his eyes open in confusion.  She simply smiled
at him as she let her body slide off the bench, slowly disappearing underneath the table,
never breaking their gaze.  She saw comprehension dawn just before her head disappeared
under the table cloth.  Before he could react, she had him in her mouth.

She could hear his groan as she began to pull on his cock gently.  She couldn't believe
what she was doing, or where for that matter, but nothing was going to stop her now.  She
closed her eyes at the wonderful feeling of his hard length against the tender inside of
her mouth.  He tasted good, salty and hot...and uniquely Mulder.  She didn't know how she
knew that, but she did.  She wasn't going to question it.  Not now.  She smiled against
him as she felt his hips begin to thrust against her mouth.  She noticed one hand was
clenched around the edge of the bench, the other must be on his glass.  She hoped he
didn't break it.  But a part of her smiled at the thought.  She could bring him to that.
She had no doubt.  But, back to the matters at hand.

She quickened her movements, taking him as deep as possible, cheeks hollowing with the
effort.  She felt his hips frantically moving with her, and took deep breaths through her
nose to keep the momentum going.  God, she was feeling reckless...so daring...so
un-Scullylike.  And she loved it. Her body did too.  She was rubbing her hips together in
time with her sucking motions, feeling her own orgasm threatening.  She couldn't believe
she was going to lose it, simply from this, but who was she to question? She felt his body
tense, knew he was on the edge...and then gave him one last hard pull.

Mulder lost it.  To his credit, the only sound he made was one long, low groan of her name.
Scully swallowed as much as she could, finally pulling back to let the excess spill over.
Her own body was ready to fly, but she managed to hold back, not wanting this to be over
so soon. It was a moment to savor.  She felt his body still quaking, as he managed to come
down from the high she'd taken him too.  Placing a quick kiss against him, she managed to
clean him up, replacing him in his pants and zipping them up.  With some difficulty, she
slid herself back up into the booth, wincing at the muscles protesting to that move.  As
she came into his eye sight again, she smiled.  His head was thrown back against the booth,
his eyes closed.  One hand still clutched the bench, the other was nearly white, wrapped
around his glass.  She smiled to herself as she snuggled back up against his side, loving
the feeling of a relaxed Mulder against her.  Her own body was screaming for release, but
she could wait.  She'd already had several "releases" this evening, she could wait a bit
longer.

She watched as his eyes slowly opened a look of wonder and desire mixed in them.

"Agent Scully...I never knew..." he managed in a hoarse voice, smiling down at her.  She
smiled back, feeling her body respond to his tone of voice.

"There's a lot you don't know about me Agent Mulder..." she said in a whisper.

"But you better believe I'm gonna find out..." he whispered back, his arms coming around
her again, a new determination in his gaze.  She felt herself shudder, automatically
pressing herself against him.  She needed to feel him now.  And, with a smile, she could
feel his cock hardening again.  She was pretty good if she did say so herself.  She knew
her satisfied smile was obvious.  Mulder's own chuckle reflected that.

"So how do I compare with that...you set a hard to follow precedent..." he managed, his
own hands sliding up and down her back in a soothing motion, his lips burrowed against
the top of her head.

"I'm sure you'll think of something Mulder...you always do..." she managed, loving the
feeling of being so close to him.  She found her lips on the level of his neck, so she
began planting small kisses there, loving the way his skin felt, hot and smooth under her
lips.

"I think it's time the tables were turned ... literally," he managed, pulling her gently
away from his neck.  She felt her body leap in response to the desire in his eyes.

"Don't you have to get back on stage?" she managed, hoping like hell he didn't.  He
smiled at her and her heart started racing.

"Soon...but not quite yet...I've still got some catching up to do..." he managed, earning
a gasp from her as his hand suddenly mimicked her earlier motion and reached down to cup
her between her legs.  She cried out against his neck, the feeling of his hand almost
beyond bearing.  Before she could utter another sound, she felt his hands slip under her
waistband and into her panties.  She buried her face in his neck as she felt his long
fingers slide over her clit, brushing it gently, but not stopping.  She shivered as she
heard his whispered words against her ear.

"My, my Scully...you're quite anxious to have the favor returned, aren't you?" he
whispered, earning another moan as he thrust one finger deep into her willing body.  She
felt her muscles clamp down around  him, hips arching to meet his hand.  She moaned again
as each move pushed the heel of his hand against her clit, creating a starburst of feeling.
She wrapped both arms around his waist and buried her head deeper in his neck, hoping that
would mask the moans she couldn't control anymore.  Her hips were moving of their own
violation, frantically begging him to bring her over.  She almost cried out when she felt
his free hand pulling her gently from his neck.  She didn't want him to stop! Not now...not
ever.  She managed to open her eyes, feeling them widen at the evil grin she saw on her
partner's face.  Before she could say anything, he had slid down the booth and under the
table, where she'd only so recently been. 

She closed her eyes, body on overload now, imagining exactly what he had in store for her.
And still, his fingers never stopped moving. She managed to turn in her seat, her own hand
reaching out to grasp her drink, she needed to look normal, like she was just drinking in
a bar.  She bit her lip to stifle the moan she made as she suddenly felt his fingers
withdrawn, the absence of his touch making her nearly weep. 

Then making her body nearly jump out of the seat as she felt his mouth cover her.  She
groaned as his tongue began stroking her, his hands resting lightly on the outsides of her
hips, pulling her gently against his mouth.  The sensations were incredible!  His warm
tongue lapping at her like she was a sweet nectar he couldn't get enough of.  Suddenly, she
felt his fingers thrust deep inside her again, as his tongue began darting at her clit.
She moaned now, hoping it was soft enough that no one could hear.  She couldn't believe they
were here, doing this...right now...

All rational thought left her as she felt Mulder pull on her clit gently, while thrusting
two of his fingers into her, hitting that exact right spot...

And she was gone.  Lost, soaring to the heavens, amazed at the power of her release.  She
could feel her muscles milking his fingers, his tongue never moving, simply lapping at her
as she flew, then began to come down.  Her own eyes fluttered closed as she rested her head
against the back of the booth.

That was incredible!  She'd never done anything, felt anything like this in her life. Not
that she hadn't fantasized about it, but to actually do it.  She barely felt Mulder
returning to his position beside her.  She went limply into his embrace as he pulled her
close, letting her head rest against his chest, his lips kissing her hair lightly.  She had
never felt more content in her life.  Never felt more loved.  And as his hands started
stroking her back again, meant to soothe, she realized she'd never wanted someone more than
Mulder.  Her body stirred again as she imagined how it would feel to finally have him deep
inside her, becoming a part of her...

She shivered delicately, feeling him wrap her even tighter in his embrace.

"You okay Scully?..." he asked in a soft voice, pulling her head up to meet his eyes.  Eyes
filled with a knowing look, and love.  And a resting desire, one that she knew wouldn't
take much to release again.

"Better than I've been in a long time ... that was amazing..." she said, almost shyly, eyes
dropping from his.  She felt him smile, pulling her against him.

"That it was...that it was...but Scully..." he said, pulling her eyes to his again, desire
for her now shining through, "That was nothing compared to what I'm gonna do to you tonight,
when I get you home...you haven't seen anything yet." 

She knew her eyes had gone unfocused at the words, her body suddenly ready for another round.
Amazing, he could do that to her with just words.  She shivered again at the pictures those
words painted. She felt him hug her tightly, then pull her lips to his for another deep,
soulful kiss.  When he pulled away, she was still seeing stars. He smiled at her as he
reluctantly pulled away from her.

"I've gotta go perform again...don't move...I'll come find you after the show's done...then
we'll see what I can do to make you scream," he whispered against her ear, as with one
final, quick kiss, he was gone, making his way through the crowd again, heading for the
stage where the rest of the band was starting to regroup.

Scully simply stared after him, a stupid smile on her face. She finally mustered up the
strength to move, leaning back into the corner of their booth, drawing her legs up
underneath her. She sipped her drink again as she let her mind go, imagining the
possibilities...

She smiled as the music began again, and Mulder got back into it.  He did, if it was
possible, look even more relaxed than he had earlier.  She smiled to herself, knowing it
had been her who'd done that.  Knowing she'd do even more later on.

Those thoughts filled her head as she closed her eyes and let Mulder's music float over
her, mind already planning what she had in store for him after the show.

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End of part three

(Whoooo...hooo, hooo, hoo... sorry, the image of DD and BNL just hit me again as I wrote
this, I'll try again...Whooo...getting hot in here, isn't it?  That's today's story...more
tomorrow! Enjoy!)

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