Title: The Grim Reaper Author: Amy McClure E-mail: mulder89@hotmail.com Rating: NC-17 for graphic sexual content Keywords: MSR Summary: Scully accepts a mysterious invitation. Disclaimers: Not mine. Sure wish they were. Author's Notes: I've come down with a serious case of writer's block the last few months until this idea hit me. I'd been trying to write more serious stories with no success,so I decided to try my hand at smut once again. ;-) Feedback: Please! mulder89@hotmail.com CONTENT WARNING: The following contains graphic depictions of a sexual nature. It is not meant for young eyes, or the easily offended. Consider yourself warned... xxxxx What the hell am I doing here? Someone shoves an envelope under my apartment door that gives me an address and a time and a 'don't disappoint me' and I actually show up when requested. Granted, I came with my weapon and some extra ammunition just in case I got ambushed, but I still came alone. Speaking of being alone, I tried to get a hold of my damn partner all day today to see if he'd have any insight on why I'd been asked to come here. I left five messages on his answering machine and tried his cell phone at least thirty times. Every single time I got that annoying 'the cell phone customer you are trying to reach is unavailable.' Since when is Mulder's cell phone unavailable? That thing is like an appendage to him - he usually can't seem to live without it. I figured I'd just drive by the address I was requested at and see what this was all about. If the place looked creepy or the least bit dangerous, I'd just leave. No problem. But I have to admit, I was a little shocked when I got here. I drove up to a huge old house that reminded me somewhat of the house Mulder and I visited last Christmas Eve. Cars lined both the driveway and the road, and the sounds coming from the house indicated a pretty big party going on. Party? Who the hell invited me to a party and what for? Lets see, it's October 30th...aah yes...at midnight it will be Halloween. Someone actually invited me to a Halloween party. Who, you ask? I have not a clue. Yes, I am a trained investigator, but even I'm going to have trouble figuring out who it was because it's a frickin' costume party. I walk in very hesitantly, trying desperately to figure out who would have told me to come here. The sound of the music is vibrating throughout my entire body as I make my way through the sea of faceless creatures. Witches with their faces painted green and pointed hats reaching toward the heavens, ghouls with their eerily human masks, ghosts, goblins, and skeletons all try to swallow me as I make my rounds of the room. I make a clean sweep of the main room and find no clue as to why I'm here. I notice a smaller room off to my right and decide to try there. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust from the bright illumination of the room before and the eerie darkness of this one. This room is less populated, but everyone in it is crammed onto a darkened dance floor. I suddenly feel a hand on my shoulder and I'm being lead toward the center of the crowd. Hands and fingers are clawing at me as the room begins to blacken even further. I no longer know where I am or how I got there. The feeling should scare me half to death, but it doesn't even phase me. All I feel is an overwhelming urge to join in. To be one with the crowd. To lose myself in this moment. Shed my Dr. Scully, Ice Queen exterior and melt with the masses. So I give in. For once, I give in to what my body tells me to do. I begin to move. Slowly and somewhat hesitantly at first, soon followed by reckless thrashing. I am no longer in control of my body or its actions. My arms begin to move in a wave-like motion up then down then out and up again. My feet and legs are doing things that I'd even forgotten they knew how to do. Freedom. I feel an overwhelming sense of freedom for the first time in my life. I don't care who's watching, I don't care what I look like or if I'm even in time to the beat of the music. I just dance. A figure approaches me and something inside makes me grind my pelvis against his in a perfect rhythm. My eyes try to seek his, but find nothing but a black hooded mask staring back at me. I am grinding myself furiously and shamelessly when the stranger disentangles himself from me and heads back into the crowd. My body is screaming with the loss of contact, but is soon appeased. Hands of strangers begin to paw at me from every side and I begin to paw back. The crowd is slowly devouring me, but I don't care. This is the feeling I've been wanting my whole life, I think, as I disappear into the crowd of goblins surrounding me. I am blending with the rest of the group - becoming one of them, but still manage to be the center of their attention. I feel rather than see that all eyes are on me as I move and reach out for contact...any contact. It doesn't matter who or what is giving it, I just want to be touched...anywhere. Every nerve in my body is screaming for the touch of a hand, the grind of a thigh, a sweep of the lips, anything will do. It's been too long since anyone has touched me like this. Not exactly sexual, but still strangely erotic. Hands are roaming freely, and no one seems to care much where they land or what they do once they get there. My head is thrown back and a groan emanates from the back of my throat as I give in to the sensation of hands caressing every part of me. I am the stranger in this crowd. The only one who dares show her real face. That is what makes it so intensely sensual. The goblins and ghouls can see who they're touching and I have not a clue who is touching me. I should be embarrassed by my actions. A feeling of fear about what could come next should be clutching at my heart making me run from this place. But the fear never comes. I feel safe in this crowd. I feel loved at the way their hands are tenderly roaming over my shoulders, my stomach, my thighs, my neck, my hair, my breasts. My eyes close and I begin to scream - not a frightened scream, not a sexual scream, but a passionate scream. A cleansing scream that allows whatever lingering feelings of Catholic girl guilt I am still feeling to exit my body. It's then that I lift my head and see him. The Grim Reaper is standing on the second floor landing. I cannot see his face, but I know his gaze is fixed on me. I cannot see any part of his body, but even through the full black cape he wears, I can sense his intense arousal. Wanting me. Devouring me with his gaze. Burning every inch of my body into his memory. Becoming harder and harder for me. I begin to push the pawing hands off of me. I realize that my shoes and my jacket have somehow ended up on the floor a few feet from me, but I do not stop to get them. I have to go to him. His hidden gaze is setting my body completely on fire, and the desire to reach him is almost painful. My eyes never leave him as I fight my way from the crowd, ascend the staircase and stride over to him. As I near him, he begins to back away. I do not stop. I do not wonder why he's retreating from me. I continue on. I need to be near him, need him to touch me like the sea of ghouls was moments before. He stops suddenly and sweeps his cloaked arm in the direction of a room. I walk toward the room and turn first my head then my body to hold his invisible gaze as I continue to make my way in. Once inside, he reaches behind him and closes the door. Though I still cannot see his eyes, I know he has not stopped studying me. He makes no move toward me as I stand before him. He needs to see me - to really see me. I know this somehow. He wants to see the real me with no barriers, no boundaries, no masks. He needs to see the woman who is Dana Scully. So I show him. I reach down to untuck the silk blouse I'm wearing and slowly bring it up over my head. The zipper on my skirt goes down next and I wriggle it to the ground. I stand before him in my black lace bra, panties and thigh high stockings and I feel he still needs to see more. No barriers. My fingers expertly seek out and undo the clasp of my bra and I let the lacy garment fall to my feet. My panties follow suit as do my stockings. The barriers have been shattered. The mask is gone. The Ice Queen has melted and is standing naked and vulnerable before this masked stranger, and there is no fear. I am ready for whatever he needs to do to me and I will not regret a second of it. I know this needs to happen. My body needs it. My mind and my soul need it. My heart needs it most of all. He is advancing toward me now and I reach out to him. His gloved hands grip mine as he gently begins to push me backwards. When the backs of my knees rub up against something, he gives me a slight shove and I fall to the bed. He does not follow. Instead he stands back and lets his hidden gaze travel over every inch of me. He sets my entire body ablaze one part at a time as I can feel his eyes travel to every inch of my bared flesh. I want him to shed his hooded mask and let me see the man before me, but I know he cannot. It's easier this way, he silently tells me. Let me do this my way tonight. I don't try to speak to him. I make no move toward him. This will be on his terms, and I will give myself over to him however he wants me to. I am his to do with whatever he desires. I have to fight the urge to reach my arms out to him. Everything that I am is screaming for his touch. It's been too long - don't deprive me of this any longer - I try to tell him with my gaze, and I know he understands as he slowly makes his way toward me. He removes the black gloves from each hand and kneels on the floor before me. I want his mouth on me, want him to taste how much I need him, but I know he will not. The Grim Reaper mask he has in place will not be shed. He takes hold of each of my knees and spreads my legs. A growl comes from low within his throat as I am opened completely to his searing gaze. His fingers reach out and begin rubbing circles around my opening. I am helplessly wet and the man hasn't even really touched me yet. Another low moan escapes his lips as he realizes how ready I am for him. I want him to make me his now. I long to take him inside and let him pound furiously into me to release this aching need that's been building for so long. I realize he has other ideas as he slides one of his fingers into the wetness created solely for him. He moves his finger slowly - burying it as deep as it will go then pulling completely out. Each time he expels a finger, he adds another one to his next thrust until all four of them are inside me. I tense slightly at the sensation of the fourth being inserted, and sensing my discomfort, he moves it in ever so slowly. His slow and agonizing assault on me is driving me insane. I need to feel the explosion, let it all go, but he is not going to let that happen so fast. He expels the four fingers once again and replaces them with only two. They begin to curl and twist inside me and my hips begin to involuntarily grind against his hand. A scream of pleasure escapes my lips as his thumb begins to rub circles on my center. His left hand has joined its partner and is holding me apart to allow him better access. Slow, deliberate swirls are being run across my most sensitive spot as his two fingers continue their assault inside me. The sensations are driving me mad. I am writhing uncontrollably and a steady stream of unintelligible words and sounds are falling from my lips. My hips are grinding more ferociously against his hands as I silently beg him to rub me faster, thrust his fingers in harder. As if sensing my urgent need, he quickens and hardens his assault and soon the entire room is spinning. Every color of the rainbow swirls around my head as my body spasms and lets him see the effect he truly has on me. The spasms are subsiding, but his hands are still moving slowly and gently around my center. Just as my first orgasm is departing, he buries three fingers into me hard and fast and I find myself surrendering to another crashing wave of pleasure. I try to beg him to enter me, but all I can get out of my mouth are strangled cries and whimpers. I somehow manage a soft 'please' as I rise my hips up before him. I hear the sound of his zipper followed by the rustling of clothing. The silky feel of his full cape hits me as he drapes it over my stomach to allow him access to my center. The head of his cock comes to rest at my opening, but he stops. I can sense him looking at me, looking for a final validation that this is what I want. "Yes." It's all he needs to hear as he buries himself inside me. I gasp partly from pleasure and partly from pain as he invades my small opening. He pauses for a minute to let me get used to the feel of it and then begins his thrusts. I've never felt anything even close to this before. He's bringing about sensations I've never known before. In my mind, I can envision the pools of green that hide behind the mask, but I still haven't been given the chance to see them for myself. I'm being fucked senseless by a hooded stranger, and there's no feeling more exciting. He shifts the position of his hips forward slightly and resumes thrusting. His body is rubbing against my folds as his cock is hitting all the right spots inside. The sensations are hitting so intense that I silently beg him to stop. It's all I can do to keep from screaming at the sweet torture he is pounding into me. At last, I can hold off no longer. The feeling begins from where we are joined inside and proceeds to radiate and pulse throughout the rest of my body. I scream his name as the rapture takes me to a higher plane than I've ever been to before. My spasms around his cock are all he can take as he follows me into the abyss. His thrusts are erratic and I can just barely make my name out of the soft moans that are escaping him. Without words, he turns from me and pulls his pants back up into place. I hear him sigh heavily before he turns to me once again. I make no move to get up as he stands and gazes at my naked body once again. He makes his way over to the side of the bed and brushes the stray strands of hair away from my forehead. His fingers lightly caress my cheek before he puts the gloves back into place. I want nothing more than to rip the mask from his face and kiss that beautiful bottom lip, but I know that's not part of the game. His hands find mine and he pulls me up off the bed. He picks my panties up off the floor and hands them to me. He stops to watch me as I pull them back on. Then he reaches for one of my stockings. I dress piece by piece while he watches and when I am again dressed, he leads me back downstairs. He stands me against a wall near the door and makes his way to the dance floor to retrieve my fallen jacket and shoes. Once complete, he takes a familiar place behind me and guides me out into the night with his gloved hand at the small of my back. No words pass between us as he escorts me to my car. I give him a parting smile before getting into my car and driving away. An overpowering sense of excitement grips me, and I'm amazed I can even see straight enough to drive as I think about my ghoulish encounter. I have no worries about the words left unspoken between us at the house - I have a very 'spooky' feeling that I haven't quite seen the last of my Grim Reaper. xxxxx