July 2002
Title: Saturday's Sexfest  Author: Soleil Compeau 
Summary: Let the RST commence! 
Rating: NC17 
Category/Keywords: MSR 
Disclaimer: As if! 
Notes: I first want to say a big huge sloppy thank you to my beta bitch, 
Mimic117. She read different versions of all these fics and made many 
useful comments. I love you so much, sweetie! Second, who's going to 
watch "Monday" from now on and think of this scenario *every* time?  
 
 
 
 
Scully didn't know how much longer she could wait to touch Mulder again. 
He was so close, a mere foot separated them  in the front seat of the 
Taurus. With every breath, her lungs filled with the scent of arousal. 
Both hers and his. If she looked over at him, she could see the physical 
signs of lust all over him, most notably the tented dress pants. The very 
sight of him was a temptation. 
  
One she couldn't resist anymore. Thank God the Ford was an automatic! 
She scooted as close as she could without jarring the gearstick and leaned 
into Mulder's side. Her hand went straight to his lap and finished the 
work of unbuttoning and unzipping that she had begun on the plane. He 
moaned a weak protest, but she ignored it and reached inside his pants. 
Once she had pulled his erection out through the fly in his boxers, she 
placed her mouth over him and sucked him deep. 
  
"Ohhhhh God, Scully!" His voice was deep and low and tortured. She 
continued slowly bobbing her head.  
 
Once more his hand fisted in her hair and pulled her off of him. "Scully, 
sweetie, that feels sooo good, and I'd LOVE to feel more of your mouth, 
but I can't...I can't....." 
  
She pulled free and went after his cock again. Before she could reach 
him, he pushed her shoulder up, hard, and let go of the steering wheel 
long enough to adjust his pants. "No! I don't want to risk an accident on 
my way to make love to you." 
  
She straightened up, flushed and pouting. "Awwww...you're no fun! Don't 
tell me you're a missionary-in-the-bed type, Mulder," she challenged 
teasingly. 
  
The look he gave her could only be described as feral. "Oh, you'll see 
how creative I can be. I'll do you in places and positions you've never 
*dreamed* of. But I know the first twenty times we have sex, we'll need 
space and a soft bed to cushion us." 
  
The dozen mental images that conjured for her shut Scully up for the 
remainder of the ride. Until Mulder parked the car, she was busy 
imagining fierce, passionate, loud, sweaty rolling-around-on-the-bed-
and-floor sex. Through the door and into the building she imagined up-
against-the-wall sex. In the elevator she finally got around to the 
other part of his sentence. The one where he assured her that he could 
be a creative lover. 
  
The elevator doors opened and Scully took Mulder's hand and dragged him 
down the hall. The intimacy in the car had only served to heighten her 
need. Mulder had implied that he wanted her to take control, to dominate 
him in the bedroom. If they could only get *into* the apartment she was 
more than ready. 
 
He whipped out his keys and she wrapped her arms around him from behind, 
slipping her hands into his pockets. While not actually touching his firm 
length, she fondled his hips and groin and mashed her breasts into his 
back. Mulder's hands were shaking so badly he couldn't get the key in the 
lock. Finally he thumped his head against the wood and dropped the keys 
onto the floor.  
  
Scully stooped and picked them up. Stepping in front of Mulder, she had 
slightly better luck in unlocking his door, and kicked it open as soon as 
she twisted the knob. Half turning around, she grabbed a fistful of 
Mulder's clothes and dragged him inside after her. Once the door was 
firmly shut and locked, she pounced on him.  
  
Mulder cried out in pleasure when she at long last made his fantasy come 
true by tearing his shirt open.  
 
"Do you like that, Mulder? Do you like me ravishing you?" 
 
"Y..yes." 
 
She covered his torso with strokes and kisses. At the same time, they 
stumbled and inched their way across his living room to the door on the 
other side. Their progress was impeded by the fact that they were 
undressing each other as fast as possible while kissing and touching 
every patch of newly bared skin. 
  
Once they made it to the bedroom, Scully pushed Mulder onto the mattress 
and jumped on top of him. They kissed again, trying to climb into each 
other's mouths in a lust-frenzy. Mulder's pants were tangled around his 
ankles, one shoe off. Scully's bra was twisted up in her shirt, but she 
was naked from the waist down. At the same moment they realized they 
had to part in order to correct these problems.  
  
Scully stood up and impatiently untangled herself from her garments. 
Once free, she watched as Mulder pulled his boxers off. Her eyes looked 
eagerly at his penis, standing up tall from curly, dark-brown hair. The 
sight of him like that, naked and aroused for her, made her tremble deep 
inside. Every time she had seen him naked, she had wished it was like 
this.  
 
Her strength of will returned when Mulder looked up at her and his jaw 
dropped. He made a queer, grunting noise and swept his gaze over her 
from head to toe several times. 
  
"Fucking gorgeous," she heard him mutter.  
  
His praise of her made her strut for him. She twirled around slowly and 
heard his sharp intake of breath. She faced him again and slowly advanced 
to the bed. Mulder lay back on his elbows and looked up at her with a 
dazed, awed expression.  
 
"Wait..I need..." Mulder looked embarrassed. 
 
"What? What is it?" Scully was impatient. She had him right where she 
wanted him and he was stopping her. Typical. 
 
"Scully, I'm sorry. I should have stopped at a drugstore. I have condoms, 
but they're probably no good anymore - what?" He stopped short at her 
narrow-eyed gaze. 
 
"Mulder," she said slowly. "I don't think we need any. It's highly 
unlikely I'm going to get pregnant." Mulder flushed and looked away, then 
quickly met her eyes again. She was oddly touched by the grief in his 
face.  
 
"Besides, neither of us have been active...at least I...that is, I 
assume.." Scully trailed off, disconcerted at her inability to ask him 
this. 
 
Mulder smiled. Scully had never seen him smile quite like that; it was a 
smile full of love and tenderness and shyness, in equal measure. "I did 
say my condoms were all old, didn't I? I've been waiting for you." He 
beckoned her to get on the bed with him. 
  
This was it. She was going to make love to him. She was going to have 
sex with the man she'd been in love with since she met him. The most 
exasperating, infuriating, familiar, beloved man in her life. The one who 
completed her. 
  
She put first one knee over him, then the other. Mulder whimpered. Scully 
grabbed his penis and guided the head just inside. Mulder's eyes slammed 
shut and he let out a loud choking sound. She took hold of his hands and 
linked their fingers, holding them over his head. Now she had complete 
control over his body trembling beneath her.  
  
She lowered herself slowly onto him. She couldn't help moaning loudly as 
he slipped inside her. It was almost painful, but when she slid back up, 
her wetness coated him and leaked out onto his balls, helping lubricate 
his re-entry. 
  
As she pressed back down on him the slick heat between them and the 
delicious stretching of her muscles made her cry out again. Mulder lay as 
still as he could, granting her control, but it was difficult. It had 
been too long for both of them. He only hoped he wouldn't disgrace 
himself before she got a chance to come. 
 
Now that they were joined this way, her earlier impatience melted away. 
She stopped riding him and pressed down on him, rotating her hips in 
little circles. She was enchanted by his golden, gleaming body under 
hers, at the way his pubic hair looked matted next to hers. She had tears 
in her eyes from the feeling of love pulsing in his heartbeat, which she 
could feel deep in her belly.  
 
"Mulder," she called softly. His eyes fluttered open and he focused on 
her face. 
 
"I can feel you," she smiled. "I can feel you inside. You're touching my 
heart." 
 
Mulder lay quiet beneath her. Now he, too, moved his hips languidly. 
Scully leaned down and kissed him. They rolled and flexed together for a 
bit, but Mulder was impatient. He appreciated the slow lovemaking that 
allowed him to gain some control, but he felt as if he'd been waiting 
forever. 
 
Soon he was snapping his groin up hard, trying to increase the pace and 
give them the spectacular release they both needed. Scully still held his 
hands above his head though. He could not gain enough purchase to win the 
upper hand. Although he had been trying to keep quiet earlier, he could 
no longer contain his excited groans. 
 
Scully rose up to the tip of his shaft time and again before sliding 
unhurriedly back down. How can she be so calm, Mulder wondered 
frantically. His cock felt as if it were on fire. Yet she was not calm, 
not really. One look at her taut, straining face told him that. She was 
breathing very hard and her eyes kept slipping shut. 
 
When she leaned forward and ground down hard on him, his heart, which was 
already beating very hard, began to really pound. Scully's mouth opened, 
her eyes squeezed shut. Mulder felt her muscles grab him in the slickest, 
hottest fist he had ever known, felt the flood of orgasm, heard the deep 
throated wails she made. At last he knew the answers to his most secret 
fantasy questions; was she a moaner or a screamer? Did she come without 
fanfare or totally lose control? How he kept from going up in a red-hot 
flare he never knew.  
 
He struggled to free his hands from her grip. "Scully, please...PLEASE! I 
can't wait anymore! Oh God, please!" 
 
He rubbed and strained against her thighs, thrusting as hard as he could 
in his supine position. Scully was well satisfied. Her most cherished 
fantasy, the one she kept nearly secret from even herself, had come true; 
to use Mulder's body to pleasure herself. Now it was time for another, 
much more usual fantasy. 
 
She laid down on his chest, still impaled on his throbbing cock. She lay 
her head on his shoulder and carefully closed her legs so that they were 
cradled between his. "Your turn now, Mulder." 
 
He grabbed her hips and rolled them over with one push with his strong 
legs. She held still, letting him do the work so she wouldn't hurt him in 
the process. Mulder was drenched in sweat, breathing very hard, and his 
eyes were black with passion. 
 
He was desperate, so hungry for her. He reared back and plunged inside 
her repeatedly, as hard as he could. Dimly he was aware that her soft, 
yielding body was welcoming him and curling around him. Mulder was 
nearly mindless. He babbled in her ear how he loved her, how good it 
felt, how incredible this was. It was a relatively small thing that 
set him off. 
 
Scully had been holding onto his shoulders during her wild ride. When she 
sensed his imminent climax, she reached one hand around and pressed it 
between his shoulder blades. When Mulder felt that small hand on his 
back, he threw his head back and howled. And he was burning, burning, 
burning. 
 
He held still for a moment, holding himself up on his arms. Then he 
toppled sideways, landing beside her with a gusty exhalation. He took in 
great gulps of air, trying without success to open his eyes, to look at 
her, to speak. A great lassitude spread over his limp and sated body. He 
was hot. He was just too hot to do anything except lie there. He did 
manage to move his foot over until it bumped hers. They fell asleep with 
theirs ankles crossed. 
 
Later, she didn't know how much later, Scully woke to the feel of Mulder 
caressing her stomach. It was a delicious feeling, one of being 
simultaneously cherished and seduced. She opened her eyes to see his 
hazel eyes studying her face. 
 
"Hi," she greeted him throatily. It was difficult to speak when his hand 
was moving lower on her body like that. 
 
"Hi. I woke up and found you here in my bed." He sounded like an excited 
little boy. His kiss, when he swooped down on her, was that of a very 
excited man. He really *did* know how to kiss. It occurred to Scully that 
instead of wanting to slap him to shut him up from now on, she could just 
as easily kiss him. It was going to be interesting to see how this was 
going to translate into working together. Would they accomplish more...or 
less?  
 
Before she could follow that thought to a logical conclusion, Mulder 
moved up onto his knees and yanked her up to a sitting position. They sat 
facing each other with her legs draped over his lap while he nuzzled her 
neck. He snuggled into her as if she were his mother. As that image came 
to her, Scully felt a pang of dismay. Motherly was *not* how she felt 
towards Mulder. After all, he had a mother, one who he seemed to love 
very much despite the distance between them. 
 
His hands came up and laced through her hair, and her uncomfortable 
musings faded. She realized suddenly that with a sexual relationship came 
physical and emotional release for both of them. Like two children in the 
Garden of Eden, they were free to heal each other. Here, away from the 
office, they were free to be childlike together. They were free to 
indulge in play, any kind of play and games they wanted.  
 
She cupped his face in her hands and looked at him. His face was split in 
a happy grin. He twisted his head to kiss her palms, then grabbed her 
wrists and began kissing his way up her arms, alternating to make sure 
each got equal attention. Reaching her elbows, Mulder opened his mouth 
and let his tongue caress her. 
 
Scully caught her breath. All thoughts of childlike games fled. He gently 
gripped her cheeks and explored her face with lips gentle as a 
butterfly's wings. His thumbs drew circles on her cheekbones, and his 
penis hardened against her butt cheeks. She rolled sensuously against 
him, and he made a happy noise in his throat. 
 
He laid her down again and kissed and nipped at her collarbones. Scully 
realized that he was learning her body. Not for any erotic reason in 
particular, but because he wanted to commit her to memory.  
 
His breathing became ragged when she refused to lay passively. Having 
noticed that his chest was sensitive, she trailed her hands over it. Her 
pinky grazed one of his nipples, and he gasped sharply. Curious, Scully 
repeated the action with a firmer touch, and he closed his eyes and 
moaned. 
 
"Do that more. I think I like it," Mulder requested. 
 
Scully fondled and pinched both his nipples at once. The result was a cry 
and a violent shudder from Mulder. He crouched over her on all fours, 
eyes closed and mouth open. Scully thought he was the most stunning 
creature she had ever seen.  
 
She let go of him to get his attention. He opened his eyes and glanced 
down to the small swirl of hair at her crotch. Scully spread her legs a 
little and Mulder *actually licked his lips*.  
 
"Huuuunhhhhhh," she moaned, feeling a flood of wetness at the sight of 
his tongue. 
 
"Scully, I want to go down on you. Please, I...have fantasies about it." 
 
"Mulder, so do I!" 
 
"Ohhh, Scully. God. You're so perfect." 
 
He moved between Scully's thighs and began loving her with his mouth. His 
cock became almost unbearably hard, and he undulated against her sheets 
in an effort to relieve it a little. The taste of her was salty honey, 
and he relished it like a boy with a ice cream cone, complete with hums 
of enjoyment. 
 
As for Scully, as soon as she felt his breath on her, she thrust up into 
his face shamelessly. It was unreal how good that wet, full mouth felt on 
her. His slick tongue endeavored to remind her of the almost-forgotten 
connections between her vulva and her nipples, her fingertips, her toes, 
her scalp.  
 
Together they discovered that her favorite thing was a tie between two 
activities; when he opened his lips against her, and treated her opening 
like a mouth to be french kissed, and when he ran his tongue up and down 
her sticky lips, with occasional flicks at her clit.  
 
Mulder would have been happy to go on eating her to a froth for quite 
some time, except for the fact that she was tugging on his hair, and it 
hurt. 
 
"Come here, come here," he eventually made out what she was saying. 
 
"What?" Mulder moved up and next to her, but she impatiently grabbed 
him. 
 
"No! Like this...wanna suck you..." 
 
He nearly came at her words, and the realization that Scully was 
proposing a 69. With herself on top. He would not last long. Just the 
thought that it would be his hot little redheaded partner doing these 
"naughty" things with him was making him crazy. Hell, he owned a number 
of videos featuring such an activity. It was every guy's fantasy. And 
here was Scully, proposing it all on her own. His head swam and his 
hard-on pulsed. 
 
Sure enough, when the silk of her lips covered him and he felt her nose 
nuzzle his scrotum, his hands tightened roughly on her thighs, and he was 
reduced to whimpering. For several minutes she sucked him with her wet 
heavenly mouth while he tried to pay some attention to her. 
 
Scully began improvising, leaning forward enough that he couldn't reach 
her with his tongue anymore. It was almost a relief, he knew he couldn't 
focus anymore. She wrapped a hand around his shaft while her tongue 
tickled his balls. They began drawing up to his body as he was rocketed 
up several levels towards release. Scully laved him generously, soaking 
him with saliva and very gently pulling each furred sac into her mouth 
for a moment.  
 
Mulder was delirious with sensation. He pressed two fingers into her 
vagina, wanting to pleasure her and make her come, hopefully with him. 
He was unaware that his head was thrashing on the pillow, his face was 
alarmingly red, and that he was making helpless cries of pleasure. 
 
Scully, meanwhile, was having control issues of her own. She pushed 
herself backwards rhythmically, fucking herself on Mulder's hand. She was 
so close, and she wanted to bring him with her. By pulling on his knees 
she was able to get Mulder to lift them enough to expose his ass to her 
ministrations. On her next lunge forward, she ran her tongue over his 
anus. 
 
It worked beautifully. Mulder yelped and thrust his fingers deeper inside 
her. His thumb landed heavily on her clit and ground in circles over it.  
 
"GAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" He screamed in ecstasy, pumping his hips in short 
jerks in time to the pulses of come he shot into her mouth. He sounded so 
sexy, his fingers felt so good, that Scully lost it and was pushed over 
the edge too. 
 
"Oh Mulder! Oh Mulder! Oh Mulder!"  
 
They lay in satiation for awhile, listening to each other's breathing 
settle down. Finally Mulder rolled and wiggled around so his head was 
near hers. Scully pouted for a second. She'd been studying his feet and 
wondering if he liked having his toes sucked during foreplay.  
 
"Scully," Mulder sounded near tears and she glanced at him in concern. 
"That was incredible. You were wonderful. I only hope I fulfilled your 
fantasies half so well." 
 
One ginger eyebrow arched. "Fantasies...as in plural?" She thought for a 
moment. "No, Mulder. I have a few I'm saving for a rainy day." She 
grinned wickedly. "Can you really say that I made *all* your fantasies 
come true?" 
 
Mulder grinned. "Scully, when you licked me..to make me come..I couldn't 
believe it. It was like you were reading my mind." He closed his eyes and 
quivered as he relived the intense pleasure of that moment. 
 
"What do you mean?" Scully levered herself up on one elbow to continue 
the conversation.  
 
"Look in my bedside table drawer." 
 
Scully rolled over, unaware that Mulder was hungrily eyeing her ass as 
she went. She pulled open the drawer and found the tube of Astroglide 
inside. She gazed at it for several seconds in contemplation. Then she 
glanced over at her lover thoughtfully. 
 
"What's this for?" she asked very softly. 
 
Mulder heard the underlying steel in her whisper. Amazed, he watched his 
cock twitch and try to rise again. 
 
Scully shoved him, hard, forcing him onto his stomach. She pinned his 
hands behind his back as if preparing to put cuffs on him. As if he was 
one of the big, muscular criminals she had to subdue. Holding him, she 
moved down his body until her face was level with his gluteus maximus. 
Her breath cascaded over him and Mulder whimpered in abject arousal. 
 
"My, my. I see some extreme possibilities here we need to explore, Agent 
Mulder." 
 
 
The End! 
 
 
 
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