Day 17 by Khyber by khyberpass@geocities.com Classification: SR, Mulder/Scully, Scully/other? Rating: NC-17. Warning-uses, for purposes of character, terminology some may find objectionable. Synopsis: The slipperier part of the seventeenth day of The Great Adventure. Two words--Tattoo Story. Erotica with character insight ( I hope. ) Spoilers: "Never Again." Yeah, LIKE she spent the night on the couch. Disclaimer: Don't worry, Chris, I'll make them shower, maybe even separately, before they go back to wherever it is that you keep them. Big thanks to Kim the Lipstick Librarian for a pre-read! nc17 coming up, last chance to run... ******** "Day 17" by Khyber by khyberpass@geocities.com He had not yet managed to bring the limitless wonders of making love to Dana into some sort of coherent pattern of thoughts. Their first time occupied his memory as a great space of light and darkness enveloping and overloading all of his senses, a time of a significance he could not possibly explain beyond that it was the most important and wonderful thing that had ever happened to him. The second, the same night in his apartment, he remembered again not physically, but as the joining of their conscious selves, of Mulder and Scully sharing a new intimacy of the mind. It was only after their second night together, at Scully's apartment, that he could begin to assemble something like clear memories of their lovemaking. Her apartment again, late evening. Separated the past two nights by secondments, their newly allowed desire boiling, honed to a sharp point, and then breaking loose again. Their clothes were scattered between her door and her bedroom, a forgotten, fallen bottle of wine in a paper bag still outside in the hallway where Mulder's hands had slid around to her breasts as she unlocked the door. The room was dark, but city and moon through the window cast their bodies in a narrower spectrum of blues and grays well suited to close concentration on intimate things. They had faced each other on her bed, kneeling, naked, letting tips of bodies touch, nipples, fingers, tongues. One of them, neither remembered which, had given in first, body forcing hungry against the other. Now Mulder was behind her, still an experiment for them, teasing and dangerous for the lack of loving eyes' direct contact. He had been unwilling, for days, to let her out of his sight or leave hers while they made love in case it were revealed as a dream or trick. His hands roamed over the slim whiteness of her waist that she was secretly proud of, enjoying the glow of borrowed light on the firm swells of her beautiful ass. Dana could feel his fingertip tracing the dark circle now a part of her. The sensation tipped an emotional nerve, bringing curious feelings. Mulder had slowed within her, his other hand reaching around her narrow waist. His finger traced the joint of them, Scully's tender, delicate outer petals softly caressing the bottom third of his long shaft while her tight channel gripped him. Her wetness coated them, and Mulder introduced the tips of his first two fingers alongside the dark head of his cock inside her as he partially withdrew. Then, touched with her slipperiness, reaching down, rolling her clitoris between Scully-slicked fingers and thumb. She whimpered slightly, thrusting her hips back hard, grinding them in a slow circle. Dana felt as if her sex bottomed out somewhere just below her chest, and Mulder was filling every inch of her depth. The hand that was not massaging her pearl had slowed, lazy circles in alternating directions around her tattoo. "Scully." His voice was a heated rasp. Mulder felt her hand on top of his, between her legs, guiding him to rub with the flat of his fingers. He added the tiny motion that would roll the small hidden root of her clitoris, rewarded with a growled affirmative. His touch on the tattoo was light, nails gently brushing it. "I want to know." Exhaled in one deep breath, inhalation at the end. Her only answer was a low laugh at first, then moving her arms up to grasp the top of the headboard. It was a semiconscious calculation, knowing Mulder loved the sight of her sleek strong back and arms, and increasing her height relative to him in this position, less submissive. "Mmmm..." One delicious circle of Dana's hips, feeling his testicles bob into contact with the soft damp skin of her thigh. "You want to know... what?" She had determined not to make this easy, the last rational part of Mulder's mind thought. If I'm going to find out like this, it's going to stay here, in the room of our sex, compartmented away. Then she turned her head sideways, and one half-closed blue eye, tongue flicking along her small teeth, closed off rationality for Mulder. He pushed forward, ceasing his slow rocking thrusts and pulling her back with his hand on her waist to bury himself in her slick depth, leaving the tattoo for a moment. Scully wriggled there for dozen heartbeats, then pulled herself forward on the headboard. Mulder watched the delicate mouth of her sex slide up his shaft, pouting slightly as it reached the narrowing below the head, and then return down until her soft labia almost brushed his sac. His hand returned to the dark reptilian circle, the red eyes urging him, fingernails delicately tracing across it. "This. That night." He swallowed, and was conscious of sweat on his forehead. Scully reached down to where his hand had lapsed between her legs. Keep going. As he touched them, he could feel her silvery moisture almost seeping from their tight embrace. "I want to know if you..." Another low laugh from her, tossing her fine red hair back and looking at him again over a slightly freckled shoulder, her hips moving in a lazy oval of their own accord. "Do you really want to know, Mulder?" He heard dense stifling heat, twining shadows in her voice, a low, earth- dark fire that could melt glass. "Are you sure?" She began to move backwards, straightening up, Mulder lowering himself, knees bending. Scully straddled him like that, her back to his chest, still on her knees, her ass on top of his thighs and his cock still buried within her. Their fingers tangled over her slick, warm folds, Dana using her strong legs to move herself slightly, up and down. "Yeah." Mulder's breath was scorching against her ear. His left hand curved up across her body to cup and squeeze her right breast. He had been pleasantly surprised weeks ago to find her breasts fuller and softer than he had imagined, mature and womanly on her small frame. "I'm sure. I want to know."' Scully smiled, rolling her head from side to side and feeling his lips against her hair. She thought she could feel individual veins on his cock, pulsing carbon-hard inside her. I've bewitched him, Scully's desire-tumbled mind mused. A long `oh' of escaping heat from her lips. "My back was sore... had to, had to be careful." Swallowing in the middle of the phrase, her voice, my voice a liquid goddess. "Been so long. God, wanted it so bad. Days, all the days, months I'd wanted him. Couldn't wait." She felt Mulder's arms trembling, knew his eyes were closed, mind laying open for her. "Made me undress, naked, all the way. Felt like it took hours, God, I just wanted him so much. He wanted to kiss me, wanted to touch me, and I just wanted him to...oh, I just wanted him to fuck me." Even her lover's breath was shaking now. "Back was sore, had to be careful." Scully lurched forward again, pulling herself off of Mulder's erection and hearing him gasp at the removal of sensation. Her hands fixed on the headboard again, back on her knees, her sex feeling almost gapingly empty. Mulder responded quickly, straightening up behind her, both hands on her waist. His painfully hard cock pressed into her wet channel with no guidance from either of them, one deep slow stroke at first, then beginning a steadily building rhythm. "Oh God, yeah, yes, just like that. Oh, fuck. Oh, yeah." Dana's teeth were clenched, back bowed to present her secret flower to Mulder's deep attention. "I couldn't stop. Couldn't be quiet. All the days together. So long I wanted him." Mulder's mind had ceased anything but a crazed whirl, Scully in one of her charcoal suits, frantically pulling at too many clothes. He had seen it now. The man's apartment? A motel room? He didn't know. No lights but the night window, Scully like this, beautiful Scully, whispering dark, decadent things to a stranger. Here now. Her body, beautiful body, Mulder's thoughts gasped, her perfect little cunt slippery wet, accepting the other. Scully ran one hand between her legs. Quickly now, I want it *now*, grinding front of knuckle against her desperate clit. "I just, oh, God, couldn't stop. Right like this. Finally. God, just give it to me Mulder, fuck me, fuck me Mulder, give it to me... OHHHgod..." Ruthless and impatient with herself, Scully forced a hard, sharp orgasm, bursting up along her spine and weakening her knees. Clench and ripple along Mulder's length, his strokes shallow and fast. Mulder's sudden primitive response shocked him, when it occurred to him later. Mine. He was there, but she was mine even then. It was me. She pulled off of him, turning quickly on her knees, his cock twitching free in the cool air. Scully's eyes were fever-bright, luminous. Pressing against him to push him backwards and he let himself go, head off the edge of her bed. Mulder felt her nipples brush against his thigh and a rush of hot breath against his upthrust rod. He reached down to tie his fingers in her lovely fine hair, but small, strong hands pushed him away, grabbing his wrists and pinning them on the bed as the soft warmth of her mouth closing on him. She swooped down once, twice, her lips tight like her sex, the beautiful sex she used in the motel with... and then Mulder erupted as a throaty moan from Scully vibrated him, feeling himself emptying into her mouth, hips bucking upward as if his body was trying to push itself through his cock. As shocks subsided, Dana lay curled across his legs, teasing his fading erection with lips and tongue until the stimulation became too much and Mulder reached down, pulling her up on top of him. Her damp, soft, slightly open centre pressed against his belly, tickling him with her curls. Scully grinned lazy, satisfied, Mulder slightly in awe. It was done, then, a matter to be spoken of only in each other's most intimate presence. Few doors remained for the two to open for each other, and those few, like this one, were almost invariably dark and delicious. *** the end Khyberpass@geocities.com Member of the MSR-KGB MFEO Partisans Directorate "You just keep Krycek over there in the missile silo where he belongs..."