Title: Another False Assumption Author: mimic117 Email: mimic1172@gmail.com Category: V, S, PWP, is smut a category? Rating: NC17, no doubt about it Spoilers: none at all. This is in no way connected to my other story called False Assumptions. It's not a sequel - I just liked the title. But you could read that one, too, if you want. No pressure. Disclaimer: I don't, they do and should be thoroughly ashamed of themselves, but please don't sue. I need the money for tuition. Archive: You may if you wish, but only if you're very nice to my brain-baby. It's a sensitive little stinker. Summary: Be careful what you fantasize about. In other words, I couldn't think of anything clever for a summary. Read it anyway. Feedback: Kept in a little shrine and worshipped daily. Write to me and become a god in my world. Thanks: To my unsuspecting betas; Taffy, who always puts me back on track when I derail into absurdity. (You're very welcome, dear.) Sdani, for egging me on in my perverted addiction. (Hope this tides you over until that other story is done. ~nudge wink~) And Jake, without whom I would never have the balls to post anything. You're the Mount Rushmore of Beta Bitches, Twinsy. Takes one to know one, I'm told. Additional author's notes are at the end cause they're easier to ignore that way. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Another False Assumption by mimic117 "What the hell are you doing here, Mulder?" Dressed in black, from boots to satiny, laced leather pants to scuffed leather jacket, he resembled an ebony statue more than a living, breathing man. The movement of his chest was barely perceptible. Tight black deerskin gloves turned the hands gripping either side of the doorframe into carved jet. Even his hazel eyes had become glittering chunks of inky stone. As the door flew open under her hand, Scully scrambled backward until she fetched up against the rear of the sofa. "I think you know, Scully." Never taking her eyes from the figure in the aperture, she scuttled around the piece of furniture until it was between her and the man in the doorway. "But it's been months since I told you. Now isn't a good time, Mulder. I've changed my mind." "That's too bad." Several seconds passed before either of them moved, her harsh respirations the only sound in the room, weaving tendrils of expectation around and between them. This wasn't how Scully had visualized the situation. When she'd confessed her secret fantasy to Mulder three months ago, she'd expected him to put the idea into immediate action. As time passed, she assumed he'd forgotten or dismissed the possibility. It appeared she was wrong. Mulder took two long strides into the apartment and Scully braced herself for the thunderous slam of the closing door. As she kept her wary eyes locked on his face, the quiet click of the latch catching made her jump. Her own uneasiness was surprising. This was Mulder - her partner, best friend... lover. The person she trusted most in the world. Or did she? Scully had never told anyone her hidden desire. Now she was beginning to wish she hadn't told Mulder, either. "Come here." The sudden rumble of Mulder's voice in the silence shocked her into sidling farther down the length of the couch, putting more distance between them. She shook her head, shivering as his brows drew together into a scowl of annoyance. She saw his jaw tense as anger-roughened words emerged from between gritted teeth. "I said come here." Scully swallowed nervously, surveying her options. Moving down the length of the sofa had been a mistake. Maybe a fatal one. After just a few small steps, Mulder was now between her and further retreat down the hallway to her bedroom - one of only two rooms in her apartment with a lock. She needed to get there in order to have any chance for escape. But she knew it would require split-second timing, or she wouldn't stand a chance against him. Once again, Scully shook her head. A growl vibrated around the room as Mulder's hands clenched at his sides. Tight leather knuckles reflected black and white sparks of angry light. He turned toward the woman poised across the room, stalking slowly across the distance separating them. Keeping careful watch, Scully waited. As Mulder passed between the edge of the coffee table and the sofa, she held her breath until he was within arm's reach. Digging her bare toes into the carpet, she bolted around the table, sprinting for the hallway. Luck was not on her side. If Mulder's weight had been coming down on his left foot, she would have gotten enough of a head start. As it was, he pivoted on his right and shot back the way he had come. Scully made it to her bedroom door, but turning to slam it shut, she found herself being picked up over Mulder's shoulder as he barreled through the doorway. His momentum carried them to the bed, where he unceremoniously dumped her. "You won't get out of it that easily, Scully. Running won't save you." Scully slithered all the way back to the headboard, drawing her legs up to make as small a bundle of cowering flesh as possible. Mulder followed on hands and knees, creeping up the quaking surface with menace in his eyes until he reached her naked toes, burrowed into the rumpled spread. Faces flushed, ragged breaths puffing caresses of hot, moist air against each other, they stayed that way for several minutes. Mulder's sudden lunge for her ankles caught Scully so off guard, she didn't have time to grab the headboard spindles before he'd dragged her flat on her back down the length of the bed, arms flung over her head in surprise. One leather-clad hand held both her legs still while the other stroked soft fingers over bare feet. Scully couldn't stop an involuntary squirm of pleasure at his touch. "You like that." It wasn't a question. Mulder's gloved hands crept under her pants, up her calves, wringing out a moan before she could clamp her lips shut. Long black fingers brushed up the outside of her jeans, following the curve of a hip to the skin peeking from her raised t-shirt. The brush of soft leather over her sensitive abdomen pulled a groan from deep in Scully's throat. Winded lungs striving for a full breath, she writhed beneath his insistent touch. Of their own accord, her hands rose toward his shoulders, intending to push him off, grasping tightly instead. Mulder batted her arms away with a stern warning. "Lie still. No touching." Subsiding in temporary obedience, Scully tried not to move as Mulder resumed his sensual mapping of her body. But when his deerskin-clad fingers swept across a straining nipple, her body arched into his hand, seeking firmer contact against her will. His large palm clamped over her breast produced the desired stillness, squeezing almost to the point of pain. "What did I just tell you?" He didn't wait for an answer to his question. They both knew it to be rhetorical - a reminder of his previous warning, and a caution of retribution to come. Removing his hand from her t-shirt, Mulder popped the button on her jeans and slid the zipper down, never taking his glittering gaze from Scully's anxious face. She expected him to pull the pants off, but instead Mulder slid farther up the bed until he was kneeling over her, legs spread wide around her thighs. A feral grin crept across his face as he grasped a slender wrist in each hand, pulling Scully's arms down and crossing them on her stomach. "I guess I'll just have to show you what happens to people who don't listen." In a blur of movement, Scully found herself face down on the bed, arms effectively pinned beneath her own weight. As her brain readjusted to this sudden shift, it was almost too busy to register the pull of jeans and panties skimming toward her feet. She would have wriggled in protest but for the firm hand planted in the middle of her back, holding her in place. A guttural chuckle behind her head bespoke Mulder's delight in her predicament. Scully's clothes went sailing past her line of sight - a clear taunt, drawing attention to his total control over her. When the pressure on her back disappeared, Scully still didn't try to move. Senses highly attuned to the quiet room detected the sound of leather lacing slipping from metal grommets; the slight shift of legs being drawn closer to her body; a slither of satiny leggings moving downward. The touch of Mulder's gloved fingers on her naked ass was warm and soft, anticipated and longed for. She moaned as he tented her hips upward, rubbing his thumbs over her pelvic bones, dipping leather digits toward the apex of her thighs. The silken brush of his penis against her throbbing sex caused an involuntary backward thrust, impaling her on the head of his turgid shaft. They groaned in harmony as Mulder drove full-length into her heated depths. Panting and trembling, Scully lay as still as possible, reveling in Mulder's weight draped over her back, his hands crushing her hips in a bruising clasp. He filled her completely, hot and twitching. His moist breath dewed her neck as he struggled for control. Scully gasped as he withdrew almost completely from her body, growling a question in her ear. "Will you do what I tell you?" A surge of defiance burned through her veins. Scully shook her head "no", crying out as Mulder's pelvis slammed into her ass, thrusting as hard as he could once, twice, three times, before partially withdrawing again. She wiggled backward as far as his steely grip would allow, seeking relief from the fiery ache between her thighs. His ebony hands kept her immobile, not permitting the contact she so desperately sought. "Now will you do as you're told?" A whimper escaped unbidden, but Scully shook her head again, unwilling to concede even as her body screamed for sweet release. This time she lost count of his angry thrusts after six. The friction was driving Scully mad. Her mind spiraled up and up, tension winding tighter with every slap of his hips, searching for the blinding explosion of ecstasy she craved, feeling the knot in her center coiling for release... and then he stopped. Buried deep inside her, Mulder remained motionless as Scully twisted and squirmed, gasping, moaning, looking for that last tiny bit of stimulation that would end her torment. Sweat dripping from his jaw, chest heaving with exertion, Mulder's hold on her hips was solid, denying Scully the least amount of pleasure from her efforts. After several exhausting minutes of struggle, she looked over her shoulder into his triumphant gaze, defeat in the sad droop of her lips. "Will you listen now, Scully? Will you give me control?" Closing her eyes, she nodded at last. Scully didn't see Mulder's loving smile as he reached under her hips, brushing soft leather over her swollen clit. "Then come for me." Nothing on earth could have kept her from obeying. Arching into his lunging hips, Scully wailed her satisfaction into the coverlet as Mulder's staccato rhythm became less measured, more ragged and desperate. His bellow of pleasure made her ears ring long after he collapsed onto her, driving them both into the mattress. The silent minutes that followed were broken only by harsh panting and the rustle of tired limbs. Scully mumbled something into the bedclothes, too weighted down by Mulder's sated body to attempt the effort of movement. He lifted his head, wiping sweat from his face with a trembling hand. They both moaned in disappointed loss as he withdrew from her. Pushing up on his hands and knees, Mulder rolled to one side, dropping down where he could look into her eyes. Tucking a wild strand of hair behind her ear, he met Scully's gaze. "Sorry. I couldn't hear. What did you say?" "I said thank you, Mulder. That was incredible. It's your turn to pick the scenario next time." Kissing the tip of her nose, Mulder rubbed a deerskin-covered hand over her naked hip just to make her squirm again. A wicked smile lit his face as he watched a blush creep up her neck and cheeks. "It was entirely my pleasure, I assure you. Whoever would have thought Agent Scully harbored a fantasy of being overpowered?" "Well don't let that little story get around, or I'll be fending off more male animals than usual who want to prove their manhood." "The only male animal you need to worry about is me. And I'm the one who should be thanking you for trusting me with your secret. I can't tell you what a turn-on it was." "Well it was pretty amazing for me, too. I was a bit scared at first. But I'm glad you didn't let me back out." Mulder's jacket creaked as Scully burrowed into his chest, hiding her hot face and satisfied smile. He squirmed, trying to get comfortable and failing. "Can I get out of all this leather now? I feel like I've been swimming with my clothes on." Scully grinned as she peeled off the nearest glove and tossed it over her shoulder. Mulder sat up, shucking the jacket and matching glove, which followed its mate. It took both of them to remove the boots and peel off the pants, leaving him in boxers and a black t-shirt. Mulder laid back down, curling his arms around Scully, who snuggled into his warm embrace. She didn't think it was fair that he had more clothes on, but it wasn't important enough to mention at that moment. "So, is there a dark, secret fantasy I can help you realize, G-man?" "That remains to be seen, G-woman. As I recall, we're not done with *your* fantasy yet." A predatory smile split her face, causing Mulder to shiver at the sight. One of Scully's best-kept secrets was her creative imagination. If Mulder couldn't come up with something suitable, she was certain she could. But for now, there was her own little fantasy with which to play. Pushing Mulder onto his back, she straddled his hips, bare ass astride his naked thighs. He stared at the tangle of curls facing him and licked his lips. "See anything you like, Agent Mulder? I am at your mercy, you know - now that you've overpowered me." Tilting his torso off the bed, Mulder dragged the t-shirt over his head and flung it to the floor. The predatory smile that had been on Scully's face now transferred itself to Mulder, stretching his lips into a feral grin of devilish expectation. "Come here, Scully." The End ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's Notes: (Told you they'd be here.) I can't believe this little bit of naughtiness was sitting around in my brain just waiting to leap out at an unsuspecting public. I should be shocked and appalled at myself, but I had way too much fun writing it. I'll leave the moral outrage to my friends and family - sorry everyone. Let me know if you were shocked, or appalled, or... something. This story is dedicated to the XFSpoiled gals and the Chi-Meet gang for helping me to hone my depravity. You all know who you are - I promise not to tell anyone if you don't. Feedback on any story, including those by other authors, is gratefully fawned over and stroked to tatters at mimic1172@gmail.com.