TITLE: Toy Story AUTHOR: Terma99 EMAIL: terma99@aol.com DISTRIBUTION: Gossamer-YES! Xemplary-YES! Anywhere else-YES! But be kind and let me know so I can come see. SPOILERS: Nope. RATING: NC-17 for "battery operated assistance." CLASSIFICATION: H, MSR SUMMARY: Mulder and Scully encounter a small vibrating "egg." POST DATE: 6/18/99 MY NOTES: The good vibrations demon made me do this! Despite the fact I *know* I have parts 3 & 4 of a four-part MSR to finish, I wrote this bit of smut in one two-hour sitting. It was like I got abducted. And if it makes you feel any better, Scent 3 is almost finished. SPECIAL THANKS TO: Sue!! Who gave this a test read and beta via IM while manning her post at her job this morning. It's good to know her priorities are in the right place. Plus, inspirational thanks to Lydia who made me all too aware of the screaming lack of vibrating fic out there. This one's for you, enjoy! DISCLAIMER: Okay, here we go. I don't own Mulder or Scully, but I do own a model of the "guest star." All regards to 1013, FOX, and such. And, NO, I don't make money doing this-- just friends, *sniff*. FEEDBACK: Come share your creative, insightful comments with me at: Terma99@aol.com. "Don't mock the egg, Jay." --David Duchovny, on the Tonight Show xxxxxxxxxxx It's Friday night and Mulder and I are spending the evening together at my place doing nothing in particular. We had some Italian ordered in, some wine, some TV, some couch snuggling, some kissing, nothing with a precise goal in mind. It's nice to be free of obligations and when our workload is light, it's rather wonderful to be able to just spend time with him. Don't tell anyone, but the man makes me giggle like crazy when no one's watching. He comes over most Friday nights and depending on our mood, doesn't leave until Sunday afternoon, often walking a little funny. It took some getting used to in the first few months having him around all the time, but I can't help it, I've grown a little attached to the fella. I'm lying back against the arm of the couch and Mulder's head is on a pillow just below my breasts with one long arm wrapped under my thigh. He's flipping channels with the other--we've yet to watch anything clear through to the end together. It's just our nature. I'm not certain how the evening will wind up. We often make love before falling asleep, but occasionally it's just as nice to hold hands in the dark, lying with our heads on the same pillow talking about who we suspect at work knows about "us." And who may or may not be jealous. Okay, we don't *always* talk about that, but it's a pretty fun topic. I'm beginning to fall asleep and Mulder shows no signs of slipping his hand any higher up my thigh, so I yawn and push him up off of me. He gives me the spaniel look and I tell him I'm heading for the shower. I also tell him he can meet me in the bedroom in 15 minutes if he can tear his eyes away from Nash Bridges. ************************************* When I come out of the shower Mulder is shirtless, poking through my lingerie drawers. In the beginning of our affair, he'd do the same thing, but he'd at least make an attempt to not get caught at it. That no longer seems to be a concern for him. "Just looking for something for you to put on," he explains innocently. Mulder may be a touch perverted, but I've found that tends to work in my favor under the heading "uninhibited." I have enough Catholic-bred shame for the both of us. He lets out a breathy whistle and holds up a skimpy dark blue number I haven't seen in years--part of a gag gift from an old Quantico graduation party. He bounces it in front of me, holding the thin straps between two fingers. "I think this one will do nicely," he smirks mischievously. So sex is "on" for tonight, then. I was hoping things would turn in my favor. I go to take the teddy from him, but he lifts it out of my grasp. "Allow me," he says, and steps behind me, throwing the silky thing over his shoulder for the time being. Carefully he unwraps me, removing the towel from around my body, pausing to dry a little patch between my shoulder blades and another near the small of my back--just a light scrub of terry cloth. Funny, but I didn't think I was still wet back there. I am however, feeling a bit damp in a whole new place. He tosses the towel to the floor in typical man-style when he's finished "drying" my bottom, and slips the blue silk over my head. "I wonder if this thing still fits," I mumble. That's my job as a woman, to worry about how I look in everything, knowing full well he'd still want me if I were wearing a potato sack. "Mmm..." he croons, smoothing the material over my back. "You're sexy as hell from this side. Turn around." I turn feeling a faint blush despite myself. I look down to where his eyes are fixed. Well, my breasts do look rather interesting in this. It is a little fitting and my roundness is pressed just toward my chest giving me that long-sought cleavage I always wanted when I was 14. Dana, you are a woman now. And there's an eager pair of big hands all ready for you, too. His palms stroke up my arms and move down over my hips, while the whole time he has a hazel lock on that nice little crease just below my gold cross. His hands move up and cup me just under the shimmering swells and his thumbs rotate around my nipples a bit, still soft from the shower. They're not soft for long. "Come here," he chokes, and I'm in his arms being held tightly and even rocked a little while he murmurs little sentiments against my neck. Mulder tends to oscillate between lust and an acute need to be held whenever we begin this sweet ritual. I have come to understand that the love he feels for me will always be a wonder to him. Almost six months now since we opened up to intimacy and I know he's still afraid it could all just vanish in a flash of bright light. His hug is changing now, evolving more into a groping, as I feel his hands wander, caressing and squeezing their way around all the softer parts of me. He tilts my head back and we kiss. His eyes close as I watch him share the beauty of his mouth with me. One thing is for certain, I will never get enough of kissing this man. Soon my hands are running across his bare back and we're beginning to grind into one another. The feel of his fullness against me makes my legs ache to be free to wrap around his waist. I tug us back toward the bed. Mulder releases my lips and smiles at me. "Go lie down," he says. "I'll lock up." I yawn and stretch, feeling my arousal flow pleasantly through my nerves as I flop down on the covers. I want us to take our time tonight; I'm feeling particularly good and have already released my psyche from worrying about climaxing. It's not going to take a whole lot for me tonight. I scoot back on the bed and pull back the covers, arranging the pillows into a nice nest for my upper body--something we usually do with me before embarking on lower oral activities. I want my message clear. Mulder shuts off the lights except for the one in the bathroom so we've got something to see each other by. On his way back to the bed, he stops to shut the drawer he was digging through earlier, but something is catching it. I sit up. What could be stuck...? Mulder kneels for a closer look at the problem. He reaches in and tugs. "Something's caught behind the..." he begins to say, and then he stops, looking shocked and then suddenly very amused. "Scully..." It's his mocking tone. Oh shit! I forgot, the *other* half of my gag gift. Like a magician, Mulder pulls a long electrical cord out of the drawer hand over hand until a little silver bullet object pops out and onto the floor. He holds it up like a piece of evidence. "Care to explain this, Agent Scully?" I sigh and prepare myself for the teasing. "Last I checked, Mulder, vibrators weren't illegal in this state." He chuckles. "So you know what this is, then?" I roll my eyes, so much for the mood--I've got eleven-year-old Playboy Magazine-peeking Mulder to deal with now for the next several minutes. "Yes-I-know-what-that-is. It's in my drawer, isn't it?" His voice drops a few whole notes. "You use this, then?" Crap, it's turning him on. Sorry buddy, can't play along on this one. "No, I don't *use* it Mulder. It's a gag gift from my graduation years ago. It came with the teddy." He looks at the device and runs the cord through his fingers until he's holding the battery switch in his hand. "But you kept it," he notes. Damn his profiling instincts. "Yeah. So? I was afraid to throw it out. You know how people go through the trash around here." He flips the switch and the little silver egg leaps to life, bouncing across his knees. He draws up a little evil smile and nails me with his gaze. "Batteries still good after...what is it...nine years? Must be Energizers." Okay, I don't have a good explanation for that one. "Dana Scully," he quips in mock astonishment. "You shock me." I pass a hand over my eyes. "Mulder, shut-up. And turn that thing off please." I roll over like I'm going to go right to sleep now--even though I know that's about as effective as swatting a Great White on the nose to avoid being eaten. ********************************* Just when I think I've really got an understanding of my partner, I stumble across something like this. Truth be told, I hope I never stop discovering new things about her. She's utterly fascinating, and right now, highly embarrassed. I shut the buzzer off, pausing to make a decision. She playing "headache" Scully right now which is a crock because I know from the not-so-relaxed rise of her chest and the tight peaks of her nipples she's hot as hell. I think I've got a plan that will make her even hotter. Right now, it's probably best I get myself undressed and in bed. Stripped to my shorts, I slide in beside her and wrap my arms around her, kissing her shoulder. "Come on Scully," I gently tease. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. *Everyone* does it." She stiffens next to me. "Mulder, can we please not talk about this right now?" I snuggle to her, rubbing my erection against her silk-covered bottom. Damn, she looks good in this thing. Gag gift my ass, I'll send them a belated thank you card in the morning. "Scully, I think if we're to continue to raise the bar on our sexual relationship, we should be open about these things. Let our fantasies out. Explore new avenues." She rolls over and looks up at me, her fingers wandering to play with my chest hair. "Mulder, I'm all for having open communication, but there are...certain subjects...I'm just not very comfortable discussing." I smile warmly at her and stroke her cheek. "You're a doctor, Scully." "I know," she sighs. "But I'm also a Catholic, and although I'm past the whole 'going to hell' complex, I just have an ingrained...shyness." "I *like* your shyness," I wheedle, and she looks at me like she might be warming to the subject. "It's part of what I find so incredibly sexy about you." She raises her brow as a challenge to me, and I think I'm in heaven. "For example," I offer, running my hand up her thigh and over her flurry of curls. "You're not embarrassed when *I* touch you here." She instinctively eases her legs apart to allow my fingers to slip between her lips--ah, yes Scully, my quiet little kiln of passion. She's so wet I can practically hear it dripping off my fingers as I slowly stroke her. "That's different," she gasps, rolling her hips a little, closing her eyes. I take her left wrist and lay her hand over mine, encouraging her to join the operation as I introduce her fingers. We move in sync together on her a while until I slowly ease mine out. She learns fast and has merely taken over for me, keeping the rhythm. "You often touch yourself when we make love, you know." "Mmm," she breathes. "That's only because your hands are busy...elsewhere." "They're not busy right now." She stops and looks down. I wiggle ten free digits for her. She bites her lip and gives me the Scully "no bullshit" look. "Mulder. Can we just have sex, please." I grin. I'm having entirely too much fun. I think I can get my point across if I fire her up enough. "Sure, Scully. What would you like?" She's in no mood to browse the menu and points directly at my mouth and then at her pussy. No questions asked. "At your service, ma'am," I grin, shifting down the bed. I'm not so thick-headed a man that I would *ever* deny the extent of my enjoyment in performing for a woman in this manner. I could go on all day, miss meals, material witnesses, final playoffs, whatever, I'm a junkie. And right now I'm particularly addicted to Scully. Women come in all flavors and maybe it's just that I'm head-over-ass in love, but she tastes better than a chocolate milkshake. A hot melted chocolate milkshake, I think, as I settle in for a good meal. It's not long, despite my care with her, before I've got her hips levitating off the bed and she's making that wonderful mewling, purring baby cat sound I go nuts for. Her chest is heaving and her fingers are balling up wads of sheet. But, I'm leaving something out...on purpose. "Mulder..." she whimpers. I think she's just caught on to it. "Mmm, inside me please." Look ma, no hands. With the stealth of a burglar, I sneak my left hand to the floor to grasp the cord of the "thou shalt not in the presence of others" device and inch my fingers up until I find the bulb. It would be easier if I could just look for the active end of the damn thing, but my face is busy. I hold it in my fist a moment to warm its metallic surface, and then subtly bring the smoothed tip of it up against her opening. Just as I figured, she's a bit too worked up to notice the increase in circumference--from my index finger, that is. The egg itself is about two and a half inches long and it slips easily in past her vaginal muscles and "pops" subtly into place. Bingo. I fish for the operating end and hit the switch. I almost lose my jaw alignment as she kicks to a sitting position. I expect to get hit on the head with a blunt object, but instead her face is caught in arousal and shock. She pauses a moment staring at the wall behind me, but her sensibilities are soon overtaken by her sex organs and she flops back down on the bed, moaning. Go home team! ************************************** I should kill him for that one, I think, but I can't deny the fact it feels absolutely incredible. My whole core is buzzing and every swipe of his tongue along the edge of my clit is intensified by five fold. Sure, I'll be having second thoughts at my next confessional, but who cares, the Buddhists say it's all okay as long as no one gets hurt, right? Besides, Mulder's having too much fun playing with his toys. He's moaning happily like a kid with his face in a blueberry pie. Who am I to yank it away from him? I reach down and thread my fingers into his hair. I may not be able to talk about these intimate matters aloud, but I do have other forms of communication. I lose several minutes to the buzz and slurping noises coming from my low end. Then, just as I'm about to explode and possibly shoot that thing right out of me, he stops, lifts his head, and looks at me. I look back. What? He tugs on the cord, wiggling it around in there, zapping various tissues. I squirm. "We enjoying this now?" He can't help but tease. I nod vigorously. "Mind if I try something...else?" I glance at the ceiling. Despite the fact my screaming orgasm was only seconds away from paying me a visit, I'm a bit scared. I've read the backs of some of Mulder's videos. "Okay," I answer timidly. I'll try almost anything...once. He sits up and removes his boxers. Oh my, yes. Forgot about *you* now, didn't I? He clicks off the buzzer and pulls the egg slowly from me with a champagne cork pop. "First, I think all that deserves a little reward," he says. Climbing up over me and insinuating himself between my thighs, he enters me with a deep thrust and begins his rhythm, kissing me all over my face--an interesting taste sensation. He fucks me nicely for a few minutes and distracts my impending orgasm for a spell, as my body relaxes and grows accustomed to a thicker, deeper, brand of stimulation. He's grunting and licking my neck when I find my power of speech again. "I thought you said you were going to try something *else*?" He thrusts a few more times and looks down at me fuzzily. "Just making the score a little more...ah, even. Damn, Scully, you feel good." Thank you, I think. He shifts and sits back on his thighs, still inside me, pulling my ass up tight against him. He reels in the vibrator and hands it to me, setting the controls in my palm gently. "Show me how you use it," he whispers harshly, and if I wasn't so wound-up I'd most certainly think twice about it. I've never seen him this turned on, his lips are meshed together and he's got a couple of emerald-rimmed ink wells for eyes. This AA delight has really hit a nerve with him. So maybe I subconsciously failed to hide it very well. When it comes to Mulder and me, I can almost believe in the paranormal. I take the working end of it and hold it against the edge of my clit--the right side, the more sensitive side--and with my other hand over my head, switch it on. His eyes track from my face over my breasts and down my arm to my jiggling hand. His jaw goes slack and beads of perspiration have dotted his upper lip as he watches me rock the egg in the little valley of my labia. He's positively the personification of lust at this point. But he's holding his cock dead still in me despite the fact I can feel it throbbing gently like a tiger pacing the insides of a cage. Gorgeous. I press my fingers a little harder and keeping the rolling movement, very, very, slowly begin to drag the quaking device directly over my clit. If I do it slow enough I can often come in one pass. But maybe not while someone's watching me, but I give it my best. My eyes roll back into my head as I near ground zero with it, my clit throbs against the smooth twittering edge and my insides clench around him forcefully, begging him to move--*now.* Suddenly, Mulder's hand closes on mine and I drop the ball. He leans over me, something is running wild behind those eyes. He grabs my wrist and lays it back over my head with my other arm, pinning them both down but allowing me to keep the controls. With his other hand, he slips the silver bullet into the little fuzzy pocket our bodies make when we're joined like this, and with a rough moan starts to grind into me like the world's about to end. Each collision of his hips to mine causes that devilish little wonder-toy to connect directly with my clit at the exact moment Mulder is at his deepest point in me. And I think I may just have to bag the whole religion thing. Anything that feels this good *has* to be a unforgivable sin. ************************************** For all my depraved, video-inspired daydreams, I never imagined I'd be fucking Scully with the help of modern technology. With each slap of my body against hers, I'm zapped with a thrilling little tease of jubilation that goes right to my balls. As much as I'd love to savor the experience, my mind is filled with watching Scully's delicate fingers around that thing and it's a bit more stimulation than I'm used to dealing with. I hear her sound the clear ringing bell of her release, and a vibration or two later I'm gone, coming from the soles of my feet. "God," I cry out. And I mean it. She's got the holy trinity locked in a hot tight little bundle just for me; and for a few seconds of orgasmic hysteria, I can actually believe that I created woman. I have to believe I made at least this one, because she's too perfect, too perfect to be anything random. "Mulder..." her voice is muffled somewhere under my arm. God, I'm crushing the poor thing. I stagger up onto my elbows. "Can we shut that thing off? It's tickling my leg and I lost the controls, somewhere." I wiggle off her and swat our little love button into submission. It's a slick sticky mess as is most of the rest of me. I evidently emptied the reserve tank for this one. She starts to sit up, but her arms give out. I think she's done for the night and she rolls over on her stomach with a languorous moan. Don't worry, I'll be more than pleased to take the wet spot tonight, honey. I get up and head for the sink. A few rinsed minutes later I crawl back in next to her with a towel and rub her back while she cleans. She moans happily and rolls over, her face to the pillow, opening one beautiful perfect blue eye to me. "Mulder, please tell me you didn't learn that from an instructional video." I'm not sure how I'm supposed to answer this. If I say no, does that imply I've met women before with a thing for power tools? I shake my head and stroke the hair back from her face. "No, baby, with you it's all a night at the Improv." Which is more or less the truth. She smiles into her pillow and shuts her eye, sighing. I hold her close and before I fall asleep, send myself a mental reminder to pick up an extra pack of AAs next trip to the supermarket. I have a feeling the current set will be running a little low soon. *************************************************** Whew! Now I can check, "write battery operated fic," off my "to do" list. This is a little gift for the folks who have been so good about waiting for the rest of "Scent." It WILL BE DONE!! Come bitch me out about it at: Terma99@aol.com. Or find out what the heck I'm talking about at: www.geocities.com/hotsprings/8334/fic.html