TITLE: KISSABLE AUTHOR: DONNILEE E-MAIL: donnilee@snet.net RATING: NC-17 Descriptive sex. Smut warning. No one under 17. CATEGORY: MSR /ANGST WEB SITE: http://donnilee.tripod.com SUMMARY: Sequel to "K is for Kismet." Scully gets a back rub, a messy one. SPOILERS: The End, Fire - so tiny you'll probably miss them. DISCLAIMER: Nope. Not mine. Used shamelessly and without remorse. They belong to Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen Productions and Fox Broadcasting. DEDICATION: Hmmm. Weeelll, let's see. Cate and Bridget requested a sequel to this one, and Orange Tabby Cat has been hounding me for a messy backrub for a long time, so I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone. How's that girls? This one's for you! Now, hopefully OTC will cut me some slack for a while! Love you babe! AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a short little smut biscuit for all you perverts out there that need a little midnight snack. No plot this time, just a back ache and a romp in the sheets. Sequel to K is for Kismet. SPECIAL THANKS: To my wonderful beta reader, Sdani, who makes me look a lot better than I actually am! Cyber air kisses, darling! PART 1 OF 1 (NC-17) DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT GEORGETOWN, D.C. SATURDAY MORNING 8:00 AM I came awake reluctantly and groaned instantly. Every muscle in my body ached. I rolled from my side to my back trying to summon the energy to get up and go relieve my bladder. I'd been on my feet for hours yesterday, having performed three autopsies. I'd fallen into bed after grabbing some soup from a can for dinner. Mulder had fussed and tucked me in. I don't even remember him getting into bed. I must have been asleep before my head hit the pillow. After a day like yesterday, I usually stretch out before bed, but last night I'd been too tired to even keep my head up. Consequently, I was going to pay this morning. I lifted my knees, placing my aching back flat on the mattress and grunted at the pull of muscles across my waistline. Oh, was I going to pay. My head flopped to the right and spied my partner, one eye open, watching me with a tiny grin threatening at the corners of his mouth. "If you laugh, you're a dead man," I said. He smiled, but didn't laugh. "Pretty bad, huh?" he asked. He still sounded half asleep. I loved his voice like that. I shivered at the sound of it. "I feel like I got run over by a truck," I admitted, grimacing as I pulled one leg toward my chest with my hands wrapped around my knee. My back spasmed and I yelped, letting my leg fall and clenching my teeth against the pain. Mulder was sitting up in an instant, his hands hovering anxiously over me. "Oh my God, Scully. I didn't realize it was that bad. Jesus, why didn't you say something?" "I don't think it was this bad last night. I was too tired to feel anything, but I think I've pulled a muscle in my low back. I don't even think I can roll over. But I have to pee really bad." "What should I do? I don't want to hurt you trying to help." He slipped out of bed and came around to my side, ever ready to help me. He was always anxious when I wasn't well for any reason. We'd been lovers for only a month and the newness was still apparent. We were still feeling our way through the emotional mind field of balancing work with our personal lives. Mulder still went home during the week, but from Friday night to Sunday night, he stayed with me. I took a moment to notice his fine physique as he stood there in nothing but snug boxer briefs. He now had a drawer in my bedroom dresser, and a spot to hang three or four suits in my closet. Evidence of his staying here could be found all over the apartment. The Colgate toothpaste, squeezed in the middle and left laying on the bathroom sink counter, the men's razor in my medicine cabinet. I liked coming home to see his sweat jacket hanging on the coat rack and his running sneakers under the coffee table. It was comforting on those nights when he couldn't be with me. Right now, though, I needed help. I hated to admit it, but I did. My bladder was about to bust and searing pain wracked my back each time I tried to twist at the waist to sit up. "I need you to pull my legs over," I said. "I can't twist my waist." He nodded and bent over, grasping my legs gently. He looked up at me with a worried frown. "Over the edge of the bed?" he asked. I nodded and winced at the tightness in my neck, feeling it radiate down between my shoulder blades. He slid my legs till they were off the bed and gently lowered them down, bent at the knee. I took a deep breath. I raised my hands, indicating he should grab hold. As soon as he pulled up, I yelped. "Jesus!" he exclaimed again and I retreated into the mattress blowing air hard through pursed lips. "Shit!" I said, unexpectedly feeling tears sting the backs of my eyelids. Of course, Mulder didn't miss it. I didn't close my eyes quick enough. "Damn, Scully. I'd just pick you up but I'm afraid of hurting you." I blinked rapidly, the tears under control for now. "Maybe you could ..." "What? Tell me what to do." He was trying to sound calm, but I could hear the anxiety in his voice. "It will strain your back." "Don't worry about that," he said automatically. I smiled. "I do worry about that, we can't afford to have both of us down at the same time." "Let's try, what did you have in mind?" "Straddle my legs," I said with resignation, knowing how that was going sound. He didn't disappoint me. "Ooo, Scully, I just got really turned on," he joked. But he stepped to the bed and straddled my legs. I shook my head at his lame innuendo. "Now lean over and slide one arm under my back." "Your low back?" "No, below my shoulder blades." He did as I asked, leaning his weight on his elbow, bent at the waist over my body. This was the absolute worst way to lift anything. "Put the other one under my low back," I instructed. He did and then waggled his eyebrows at me. "I feel like I've got you in a tango dip," he remarked. I flashed a smile and said. "Now the hard part. You have to stand straight up with me against your chest." "Piece of cake." "Slowly," I warned. "I don't want you throwing your back out. Then we'll really be in trouble." He smiled. As though my comment were completely ridiculous, he said, "I bench press at least twice what you weigh, Scully." "Yeah, in the proper position with the back support of the bench, Mulder. Totally different. Besides, don't be a show off, just get me on my feet before I pee in the bed!" He chuckled and then did a countdown, "O.K, One, Two ... Three!" He straightened up smoothly, lifting me as though I weighed nothing. I could tell he hadn't even begun to strain himself. I was impressed, in spite of my objections, but I wasn't going to tell him that. His ego was big enough as it was in this area. But I did sometimes forget how incredibly strong he was. He was so gentle with me that it was easy to forget. I tipped my head back to look at him and whispered, "Thank you." He smiled down at me. "Child's play," he said. He playfully kissed me on the nose. I rolled my eyes and turned gingerly, taking baby steps toward the bathroom. I was wearing nothing but my panties and one of Mulder's tee shirts that hung to my knees. He followed, hovering in case I should need to grab onto him. I gave him a dirty look and he flashed me his innocent face. I made it to the toilet without incident and lowered myself slowly. He left me alone then while I did my business. Getting off the toilet was another matter entirely. I could hear him moving around in the bedroom and wondered what he was doing. I grasped the counter in a death grip and rocked myself up onto my feet, wincing in pain. I hastily brushed my teeth and washed my face, rubbing my armpits with the soapy washcloth and putting on deodorant. It was what my mother used to call a 'whore's bath'. I moved gingerly back into the bedroom to find that Mulder had lighted some of my cinnamon candles and dug out my lotion from the bedside table. He was sitting there holding the lotion as I emerged. "What are you doing, Mulder? Dry skin?" I teased, nodding towards my rather feminine smelling lotion. The leer that crossed his face made me pause but then I continued to the bedside. He looked up at me and said, "Time for the triple M, Scully." "Triple M?" "Mulder's Magic Massage" he chortled, dramatically flexing the fingers of one hands and wobbling the lotion back and forth with the other. "Oh, No!" "Oh, Yes! You've never had the pleasure, Scully. I don't know why I never thought of it before. It used to be one of my specialties." "Used to be, being the operative phrase there," I shot back. He smiled an innocent smile at me and I groaned. "What am I going to do with you?" "Absolutely nothing. You're going to lay down face first on the bed." He stopped me as I made to do so. "What?" "Naked." "Now I see your nefarious plan." He shook his head. "I can't put lotion on top of that tee-shirt. Plus, it's one of my favorites and I don't want to ruin it." I looked down at the thick cotton, blue tee I was wearing and smiled. It hung on me like a dress, but I'd found that I loved wearing Mulder's clothes when we were slopping around the apartment. They always smelled like him and it made me feel surrounded by him. Mulder could be, among other things, an olfactory delight. I went to pull the shirt over my head and groaned in pain. He shot to his feet, dumping the lotion on the bed and said, "Just take your arms out." I carefully raised each shoulder and backed my arm out of each sleeve. He then easily plucked it over my head and off so that I didn't need to raise my arms. I sighed. He waggled his eyebrows at me and slipped to his knees, hooking my underwear with his fingers and pulling them down my legs. I stepped out of them as he motioned to the bed. I looked up warily. "I don't know if this is such a good idea, Mulder. I'm really sore. What I need to do is stretch." "You're way too sore to stretch right now. What you need is for me to give you a massage. Trust me. I've pulled enough muscles to know. First, you need this, then you can stretch if you're up for it but I bet you won't be." "Why not?" "Because you'll probably fall asleep." I raised an eyebrow at him and he just chuckled. "What makes you think it won't make me horny?" "Ha!" he nearly shouted. "Maybe, but I'm probably the one that will get horny. Lay down, Scully. Let me do this for you." "All right, but if I say stop, you need to stop right away, all right?" "Of course." He paused. "Scully, you know I won't hurt you." I sighed, feeling slightly guilty that I'd felt any hesitation to let me touch me. Hadn't I just gotten through thinking about how gentle he was with me a few minutes ago. He probably had no clue how to give a massage, but then again, it would feel good and it couldn't hurt. It had been ages since I'd gotten a back rub and it would make him feel helpful. Where was the harm? Even after a month, I still had weird thoughts that gave me pause sometimes. It wasn't that I didn't trust Mulder or his intentions. Not that at all. I had no more doubts about how he felt about me. I think it was just reacting to the strangeness of it all. This man, who was my best friend and such a fixture in my life was now my lover. My lover. And that was so strange and new. As much as we knew each other as partners and friends, this was all still unexplored territory for us. It had been ages since either of us had been involved in an intimate relationship. Now that the initial rush was wearing off, we were settling into a routine and it was delightful, but still uncharted and therefore, uncertain at times. Old habits died hard. "Scully?" he prompted me, and I realized I'd been daydreaming. "Oh, sorry!" I said and climbed carefully onto the bed, moaning as I sank down and arranged the pillow under my face, then lowering my arms. I simply couldn't keep them up. He didn't move for several seconds and I turned my head slightly to look at him. He glanced at my face and said, "Sorry, just enjoying the view." I blushed to the roots of my hair, marveling at how he could still evoke that kind of response from me. He chuckled and climbed onto the bed, retrieving the lotion on the way. He squirted some out, recapping the bottle but leaving it within easy reach. He rubbed his hands together, warming the lotion. I closed my eyes and felt his hands land very gently on my lower back. I drew in my breath and held it. He said, "Breathe, Scully." My breath rushed out as his hands lightly skimmed over my skin, just barely spreading the lotion. His finger tips then began flexing up and down with a very light pressure. It made me shiver. "What are you doing, finger painting?" I teased. He chuckled. "No, I'm charting the territory. Plus, I always start with a light touch and build up. This way you can stop me when I get to the right amount of pressure. I scrunched my brow. "You always start with a light touch. How often do you do this, Mulder?" He chuckled again. I loved the sound of it. "I used to do it all the time, I haven't done it now in some time, but I still remember how." "Of course you do, you never forget anything," I said facetiously, referring to his photographic memory. I wondered if it was Diana or Phoebe that had been on the receiving end of this attention, or both, and felt a sick feeling in my stomach. Even now, I held negative feelings for these women. I couldn't help it. Even though he was mine now and I wasn't really threatened by them, I was so possessive of Mulder and the influence others had in his life. I knew that probably wasn't healthy, but we'd been through so much, and had so many death scares. At first, I'd been surprised by the primitive possessiveness that had seized me early in our new relationship. I'd always thought of Mulder as mine since early in our working career, but it was unbelievable how it escalated after I'd taken him into my bed. His fingers made tracks in the lotion as he rubbed in tiny circles, covering every square inch of my back, even around to the sides. He had started real low, just above my butt cheeks. He continued over my waist, paying lots of attention there and testing pressure until I moaned. Then he moved up my spine, one hand on either side, fingers probing gently, pausing when I jerked as he hit a trigger point. He'd been kneeling at my side, but know straddled the backs of my legs. He now put his hands on my back but pulled them away again. I mewled in protest and he said, "Just a sec, need more lotion. Wish I had massage oil, that heats up." He put his hands back on me after warming the lotion and began to make long steady strokes up the side of my spine. I moaned, "Awww, I'll buy some." I could feel his smile even though I couldn't see it. He continued in silence, his hands not meaning to evoke responses other than relaxation from my body. But there was no way Mulder could touch me without alerting all my nerve endings that they should be on stand by. He scolded me again, "Scully, breathe." I hadn't realized I was holding my breath. It came out in a rush and he resumed his journey. His hands were large and easily spanned my back. He slid them down to the tops of my butt and squeezed gently. "Let me guess, couldn't resist?" I asked. "Oh, Scully, you have no idea how I'm holding back," he teased. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah. Did you know," he continued in a very informational professor tone, "that you have one of the finest asses I've ever had the pleasure to gaze at?" Laughter broke through me without warning and I winced, descending into a groan. "Oh sorry!" he exclaimed. "Don't ... make me ... laugh, Mulder." "Sorry," he repeated. Silence reigned for the next several minutes as he worked my sore muscles with his thumbs. I began panting, then moaning lightly as he increased his pressure. I could feel the tension draining away and my skin heating up from his touch. He was really good at this, I thought with mild surprise. I shouldn't have been. Mulder was good at a lot of things, this just hadn't been one I'd considered. His hands moved up to my ribs and as he slid around to my sides, I felt my nipples tighten in response to the nearness of his finger's like a Pavlovian response. I moaned slightly and he must have detected the difference in tone or something because he drew his hands back near my spine and I sighed in disappointment. I felt him lean over me as he gently grasped my triceps and kneaded gently. I groaned in appreciation and began humming as he worked his fingers over the cords in my neck and back down to knead my shoulders again. His thumbs dug into the muscle with just the right amount of pressure and I felt the tension bleed away. He swung around and knelt at my side again, reaching for the bottle. I missed the contact of his bare legs against my thighs. This was turning out to be great. Not only was he doing a good job of relieving my muscles but it was titillating in a very subtle way. My relaxation took a plunge a moment later when he dropped the lotion bottle and it landed on my back, spilling a river of lotion out onto my back. "Oh God!" I shouted as the cold lotion spread across my back. Mulder grabbed for bottle, muttering, "Shit!" Then, "I'm so sorry Scully." "Don't worry about it, just get a towel, I'll have to change the sheets anyway." He capped the bottle and set it on the night stand, eyeing my back. "Hmmm." "Mulder, what are you doing? Get a towel." I peered at him from my position on the pillow. He smiled slowly and then said, "No, this will be great." "Mulder ..." My voice held a stern warning. He wasn't listening. He quickly straddled me again, patted his palms into the lake of lotion now on my back and pooling at my waist. He quickly moved down to the foot of the bed and picked up one foot. He rubbed the lotion in, holding it up, my leg bent at the knee. He carefully rubbed lotion into every toe and then over the soles of my feet, pressing his thumbs into the ball of my foot, my heel and then my instep. I really moaned when he dragged his thumbs up the tendons on the top of my feet. His fingers teased my ankles and worked their way up my calves. I sighed, the lotion now having warmed. I didn't dare move though, lest I disturb the puddle. He paused and I started to turn my head and he said, "Don't look. Just close your eyes and relax. Trust me." Oh, the magic words, 'trust me'. I smiled and concentrated on relaxing my body. He bent over and I felt his breath on my leg. I tensed but then forced myself to relax. He rained barely there kisses up the backs of my legs, followed closely by his hands, bearing generous amounts of warm lotion which he pilfered from the puddle on my back. I could feel it trickle down my sides and fought the urge to reach down and wipe it off. The sheets were going to be messed up anyway, so what difference did it make? When his lips touched down on the back of my knees, I felt moisture begin to tickle my crotch. He moved up teasing my skin with warm lotion and swipes of his fingers, then following this with a swipe of his palm. I felt him shift and turned my head, straining to look down. He coaxed my legs further apart and lay his chest down between them. His hands ran up and down the back of my thighs and I began to pant in shallow breaths. When his tongue found the crease at the top of my thighs where they join my rear end, I nearly levitated off the bed. He must have anticipated it, because his hands landed gently on my waist a second earlier, holding me in place. I moaned and felt wetness flood between my legs, knowing how close he was to my sex. "Mulder," I moaned his name. "Mmm?" "What are you doing?" "Giving you a massage." "That's all?" I asked, not sure if I was disappointed or teasing or what. I felt his lips smile against my leg. "I'm playing a little too." "Playing? What are we playing?" "Not you, just me." "That doesn't seem fair." "I'll let you play anytime you want to return the favor, Scully." "Favor?" "I'm playing Explore Scully." I couldn't help the soft laugh that emerged in response. "Explore Scully, huh?" "Yup, my favorite activity of all time." "Is it now?" "Yup." I grinned and relaxed back into the pillow. His fingers began kneading the flesh of my butt and I moaned. He dipped his fingers in the lotion puddle again and spread them over each cheek, probing and squeezing the muscle until I was groaning with sensations. I was relaxed, but excited at the same time, feeling arousal steal over me like a thief. I was in no condition to do the horizontal mambo at this point and I sighed in frustration at the thought. I gritted my teeth, trying to bring my arousal under control. "Don't fight it," he whispered, his breath causing shivers to race up my spine as it cascaded over my rear end. He moved up slightly, lifting onto his knees and moving up again. How did he know? Without warning his hands plunged into the lotion and spread the gooey mess up my spine in one large swipe. "Jesus!" I shouted, feeling droplets of lotion land on my arms and up and down my back. He laughed. "Oh, this is fun!" "Glad you think so." "So do you. Just relax, I'm not nearly finished with you yet." "Glad to hear it. Man, this is turning out to be messy." "Shhh," was his only response. He went to work again, rubbing the muscles of my low back as I moaned with pleasure. His touch became light again as he spread the exorbitant amount of lotion around on skin. I was warm now and I had relaxed under his teasing hands. As they ran gently up my side with just enough pressure not to tickle, his fingertip ran over the sides of my breasts. My nipples peaked up again, the areola puckering into gooseflesh. I moaned and he repeated the action, apparently happy with the reaction. He leaned down to kiss my skin, then swiped a thumb over the spot, making the tiny hairs on my body stand up. He moved to a new place and did the same, pressing his soft, warm lips on my skin again and again. My breathing sped up as he continued. Kiss, swipe. Kiss, swipe, Kiss, swipe. I moaned and he whispered again, "Oh Scully, your skin is so beautiful, so soft." My insides quivered at the rough sound of his voice. He continued his journey up my spine, not missing any spots. I was beginning to tremble with suppressed arousal. "Stop fighting it," he said again. "I can't ... finish anything, Mulder. It's not fair." He stopped and I felt his weight shift. His head came down and he rested his chin on my shoulder. I opened my eyes and found his head turned toward me, our lips millimeters apart. "Just leave everything to me. Don't worry about reciprocating, don't worry about moving. Just lay here and enjoy the feelings. Let me do this for you. I want to do this for you." I sighed heavily and his lips brushed mine and then pulled away. I sank my head firmly into the pillow and decided I wasn't going to worry about how this turned out. If I ended up horny and unsatisfied, it would be worth it to feel these sensations, to feel pampered. I'd never admit it but sometimes I liked to be pampered. I would sometimes treat myself and go to a beauty spa to have a facial or a massage. It offset the stress of my job. I wasn't used to having a willing man in my life who was wanted to pamper me though. Professionals didn't turn me on. His hands slid down my arms, gently massaging my biceps, the crease in my elbow and then my forearms. His lips brushed the tender skin on my wrist. After rubbing my hand and each finger, he suckled gently on each finger, swirling his tongue around them before letting it drop out of his mouth and moving on to the next finger. I was groaning by the time he finished one hand. He didn't say a word, just moved to the other side of the bed and took up the other arms, repeating the process. He returned to knead my shoulders, between my shoulder blades and my low back again. He straddled me again, making broad strokes up my back, increasing his pressure now that some of the tightness had disappeared. Tightness of another sort was asserting itself now. But I relaxed into it and then felt his lips go to work again, now that the lotion was blended into my skin. I wouldn't have thought my skin would absorb all that but apparently it did. His breath and lips feathered over my back, finally coming to rest on the back of my neck. He swirled his wet tongue over my neck near my hair line and felt another wave of arousal swirl through me. He kissed me everywhere, making me crazy with anticipation, not knowing where he would touch down next. Then his fingers were in my hair, gently massaging my scalp. I moaned at the sensation as he rubbed, then scratched lightly over my scalp. One hand slid under my body. I flexed my right side up off the bed and he deftly moved under me, cupping my right breast in his hand. I hummed with pleasure as he kneaded the heavy flesh and fought a wave of dizziness when he found my nipples and his fingers, still damp with lotion, pinched it lightly. My moan was long and drawn out when he continued his assault. He scooted off the bed and I moaned in protest. He said, "I'm coming back, one second." I turned my head to face him and saw he was shedding his underwear. "Mulder I don't know if I can ..." "Shhh," he admonished again. He climbed back onto the bed at my feet, picked one up and began sucking on my toes. I nearly levitated off the bed, but then relaxed into the mattress. He scratched lightly on my ankle and I felt a jab of excitement in my womb as it clenched in response. He spread his hands up over my legs again. They fell open and I lifted my rear end in invitation. I heard his sharp intake of breath. He leaned down to kiss my low back again and I felt his stubble scrape the tender skin of my cheeks. He licked into the crease of my butt and I sank into the mattress, surprised at how much that excited me. He didn't miss the reaction. His hands kneaded my flesh again and he gently pulled my cheeks apart. After licking my crease again, he tentatively moved down. When his warm, wet tongue landed on my back entrance and began swirling over the tender tissue there, my core walls convulsed with pleasure. I didn't recognize the groan that erupted from my throat, startling us both. He muttered, "Sweet, Jesus, Scully. Is this all right?" "Don't stop now," I breathed out. I heard his breath hitch and then he began to torment me. Mulder was giving me a rim job. God help me, nothing had ever felt that good. His tongue darted below to taste me and I gasped feeling my wetness breaking open and running over his eager tongue that was poking me there. He moaned and began moving back and forth between my two entrances. I began to squirm on the bed and press my hips into the mattress. My arms came up to grasp the pillow and noticed that my arms didn't hurt either. They were a little lame, but they didn't hurt. He raised up a bit and I felt his erection brush the back of my thigh. I moaned and tilted my butt up in offering. Next thing I knew, his solid erection was brushing me from clit to sphincter. I groaned and raised up on my elbows. "No, stay down," he instructed. I whimpered and retreated into the mattress, my hands clinching and unclenching on the pillow next to my head. "I want to touch you," I whimpered. "No, not this time. Just let it happen." I heard the lotion bottle pop open and wondered how I could possibly need more of that anywhere. I heard the distinctive sound of his hand on his own flesh and I moaned. He was spreading it on his cock. God help me. What was he going to do? I began to pant with a weird combination of fear and arousal. Being ever attentive, he recognized my increased breathing. "Relax, Scully. I'm not going to hurt you." I took a deep breath and willed myself to relax. He repositioned himself straddling my thighs again, keeping my legs together. His gentle hands spread my cheeks and he pressed his hard, throbbing member all along the crease. He pressed my butt cheeks together around his cock and began to thrust gently. I gasped. He groaned, "Awww, Christ Scully, this feels so good." The lotion greased his way as he slid back and forth. I could feel the wide head of his cock poke out the top of my cheeks only to retreat and rake over my tender anus. I was moaning continuously. "Can you reach underneath yourself, Scully?" "Huh?" "Your breasts, can you touch your breasts?" I slid my hands down and under my body, grasping my boobs, one in each hand, laying my face sideways on the pillow. I began pinching my nipples and He murmured, "Oh, you make me crazy. You're so sexy." I moaned and concentrated on the feeling of his cock. It was hot, hard and I could feel it throbbing as he pressed my flesh around him and glided back and forth. I'd never realized my butt was so sensitive. I mean, I knew I liked to have him cup it in his big hands, but this was totally new. His breath started to come in ragged, hitching pants and I knew he was close. I was too, but without moving, I couldn't affect the right angle. No sooner had the thought crossed my mind, when I felt his right hand leave my butt. The pressure wasn't as much now, but it still felt good. His hand snaked under my hip as he leaned over me, keeping pressure in the crease between my ass cheeks. He unerringly found my clit and began to circle it with his middle finger. "Oh, shit!" I squeaked. He sped up his stroking, chanting, "Yeah, yeah, that's it. yeah!" "Ohowohow," I whimpered, feeling my womb tighten and warmth flood my crotch as my orgasm approached. Taking this as a good sign, he stopped circling and simply brushed my clit from top to bottom, pressing hard. I screamed as my release ripped through me. "Mmuullddeerr! Oh Christ! Oh yes! Oh ffuucckk me!" My internal walls sputtered frantically as I pinched my nipples and rocked my body against the sheets. Mulder had stopped thrusting and was just grinding his cock against me with the swivel of his hips and friggin' my clit with his fingers. My shout of 'fuck me' was just an expression of how good it felt, but apparently, Mulder thought I was making demands! His hand ripped out from underneath me and his both hands grasped my hips. He shifted, his thighs sliding up next to my hips and he penetrated me in one sure, smooth stroke. My spasming walls released another unexpected round of quivering as he stroked me fast and deep, holding my hips still. "Holy shit, Mulder!" I shouted. "Oh Jeezzuuss, Scully! Awww, I can feel you squeezing me!" he shouted. Then, "Ssccuullyy! Oh God, Oh Yeah! Oh, I'm gonna come hard." He wailed a wordless cry and pulled out. I felt his hot semen splash between my cheeks then onto my low back as he jerked his hips against me. He made a few more shallow strokes. I felt the bed dip as his torso sagged. Then he slowly bent over me, leaning on his elbows and we quivered with aftershocks. He began raining kisses all over my shoulder blades as his hands slid under me to cup my breasts and knead them gently. I groaned in satisfaction. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" "No, I'm a little lame, but that's O.K." "I didn't want you to strain yourself." "I didn't. I'm lame from your massage." He kissed my neck leisurely and I turned my head so I could see him. I was still too sore to reach up for a kiss. He slowly withdrew and grabbed some tissues off the nightstand and cleaned me up. When that was done, he lay down on his side, facing me. He smiled a lazy smile and I returned it. He tucked an errant piece of hair behind my ear and leaned in to kiss me. He was slow and thorough, kissing me deeply. I groaned but was able to roll up onto my side. His arms went around me and he flopped onto his back, bringing me with him. I came to rest on his chest. His hands cupped my face and tilted it up. "Kiss me some more," he mumbled. I grinned and leaned in to oblige. His hands cupped my ass, squeezing playfully and I sighed, breaking the kiss. "We're supposed to do that before we fool around." "Says who?" he asked innocently. I chuckled. He smiled and said, "You are the most kissable creature I have ever known." "Creature? Oh, Mulder, don't tell me you've done it with aliens too!" I teased. I bounced on his chest as he laughed. "No, even I draw the line somewhere!" We kissed again and I decided this was definitely one of my favorite activities. I hummed in the back of my throat and lifted my head. "You're pretty kissable yourself." He grinned and waggled his eyebrows. "Hey! My back feels pretty good," I commented. "Nothing like an good orgasm to work out all the kinks, huh?" he deadpanned. I laughed now and snuggled into his chest, fitting my head under his chin. His arms wrapped around me and he pulled up the covers around us. "Don't we have to get up, Mulder?" "Not yet. I feel the urge coming on to spend the whole day in bed." "You need to feed me." I felt him smile against the top of my head. "I'll feed you, here in bed, then crawl back in with you." "Sounds good." "After a little nap." "Wore you out did I?" "I did all the work," he huffed mock indignantly. "You wanted to do all the work." I paused. "That was new." He was silent a moment. "Yes, it was." "What made you want to try that?" "Necessity is the mother of invention." "Meaning?" "I wanted to make love to you and that was one way to do it with moving you as little as possible." "Sounded like you were having a pretty good time yourself." "Oh yeah. It backfired. I think I enjoyed that more than you did." "I doubt it." He chuckled. "God, your ass, Scully, is such a turn on to me. Just looking down and seeing ..." He trailed off and swallowed harshly, and shuddered. "Jesus," he muttered. It was my turn to chuckle. "You did pay a lot of attention to it this morning." "Yeah, well, your butt is as kissable as the rest of you," he teased. "Oh yeah?" I asked, smiling, enjoying our banter. "You bet." "My turn next time to do the work." He grinned. "Bring it on, babe. Bring it on." THE END.