TITLE: Waterbed AUTHOR: Lorre DuFae EMAIL ADDRESS: lor@either.or.com DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: ATXC, Gossamer, and whomever emails me and asks. SPOILER WARNING: Sixth Season USA... (I don't know the episode name), and The X files: Fight the Future RATING: NC-17 CONTENT WARNING: Strong sexual content. Mulder/Scully Romance CLASSIFICATION: SR SUMMARY: Scully shows up at Mulder's place, while Mulder is trying to figure out where the waterbed and handcuffs have came from. DISCLAIMER: Fox and Chris Carter own the X files, I am just borrowing the for a mindless bit of PWP...... From: "Lorre DuFae" Date: Sun, 20 Dec 1998 15:20:42 -0800 Subject: Waterbeds 1/1 Lorre DuFae Author's notes: How could I resist such a challenge. Mulder and Scully and a short smutty water bed story. I should be writing trek, but well...= I guess I am not in a trek mood. I also don't write MSR [it's of my first, written in haste before the idea left me] as a rule, but.......a water bed and a challenge is hard to resist. MIND CANDY ALERT xxxxxxxxxx "Mulder?" Scully yelled as she opened the cracked door to Mulder's apartment with her toe. She instictivily pulled her gun when she saw the drastic changes that had occurred inside of his apartment. "Scully?" Mulder answered from the bedroom. She walked down the short hallway towards the voice. "What's going on Mulder? Did you decided to use some of your stash to buy something other than videos and pizza?" Scully put her gun back into her shoulder holster. "Actually I am trying to decide just who wanted to play this practical joke on me." He fingered a set of hand cuffs he had found in his search for 'listening' devices. "Where did those come from?" Scully felt a knot rise in the pit in her stomach. Ever since the trip to Area 51, her handcuffs had been missing. "I was kind of hoping you would know Scully. Perhaps, there yours?" Mulder wiggled his eyes suggestively. It was a little to close to her own fears. "Oh really Mulder? And why might you be thinking that? Wishful thinking?" Scully replied just as suggestively. She sat down beside him crossing her legs. Even thought Mulder knew that this was just a game, his heart beat a little faster at the site her exposed thigh. Scully had worn the 'suit' with the slit up the back of the skirt. "Maybe," He paused attempting to get a rise out of her. "Or maybe I was just pondering if you had ever engaged in any 'bondage'." He was in fine form tonight. Scully leaned towards him a bit suggestively, a playful note in her eyes. "Oh, you don't think the 'ice queen' has ever engaged in sex play?" Mulder chuckled warmly. "I didn't say that, but since you did, no. I don't think the woman who has to be in control of everything, wouldn't be willing to be tied up. She wouldn't trust someone enough to allow him to have complete control." "What makes you think that I have to be in control all the time?" Scully pulled away, tensing. "I am a psychologist, Scully." Mulder sarcastically replied. "Mulder, there have been many times that I have 'allowed' you to be the one in control" Scully told him defensively. Still fingering the cuffs Mulder asked her, "Do you trust me Scully?" It was a simple question, and one laced with deep hidden meanings born out of the years of their partnership. Her lungs expanded, drawing in the heavily charged air between them. "You know I trust you Mulder." Scully refused to meet his eyes. "You know Scully, I trust you." Mulder reached out and cupped her cheek, forcing her to meet his eyes. Scully watched as the wall came down somewhere between his eyes and his soul. "Now I asked you again, Do you completely trust me?" "Mulder," Exasperated, Scully tried to pull away, but Mulder laced his fingers through her hair to hold her head still. "Scully," He replied back to her in the same voice. "What are you, chicken? You don't trust me do you?" He turned from her, a fake pout on his lips. Scully placed an hand on his arm. "I trust you." She didn't know what would happen, but in a weird way he was right. She slipped out of her suit jacket and held out her wrists. With the near kiss in the hallway, him telling her he loved her no matter how doped up on pain pills he was, anything could happen when he got that 'look' in his eyes. Mulder turned back, and stared at her pro-offered wrists for a minute. He pulled out the cuffs and gently clasped one over her wrist. He leaned up and drew it around one of the posts on the headboard. Scully lifted up her other wrist, challenge in her eyes. He wouldn't do anything, she was just proving a point. Within seconds she was sprawled on the giant waterbed, her arms stretched above her pushing her chest out as the waves of the bed moved her body. Mulder just sat there, watching her as if contemplating the picture she presented. He stood and walked over to the near by chest of drawers and pulled some things out. He turned, and walked back towards her. Scully began to shake when she saw what it was, one of his garish ties. He slipped it around her face, using it as a blind fold. "Mulder," Scully questioned. "Sh..." He whispered back to her. "Trust me Scully." His voice grated like warm honey across her nerves. Scully jumped when he felt his fingertips on the top button of her blouse. He flicked it, and the button slipped through the hole. The cool air caused goose bumps to rise on her exposed skin. His fingertips slipped down the front of her shirt, until it loosely hung open. Scully's body began to shake even more as she felt a finger tip trail down over the exposed skin of her upper breast. She felt her nipple tighten in response, and she knew from the soft catch in his breath that he saw it as well. Patience, Mulder told himself. He trailed down his fingers over the waist band of her skirt. For a second he faltered when she gasped. He trusted Scully, he had too. This was more a test of their trust for each, than just her trust for him. He leaned down and brushed a soft kiss across the naked skin of her belly. Scully squirmed as her thighs became heavy. Her heady scent wafted up to greet his nose. Reassured by her response, Mulder slipped her skirt down over her lean hips. The site that greeted him, stole his breath from his body. Scully was a woman who wore garter belt and matching stockings. He pulled her legs apart, settling his body between them. Scully couldn't see what Mulder was doing. She felt the bed shift underneath her as he moved his body around. The waves arching up her pelvic region towards some unnamed pleasure. Silently Mulder thanked whomever had purchased the bed for him as he placed a gentle kiss on the bare skin of her inner thigh. A wave from the bed hit her pelvis just as his lips connected with her skin, forcing her aching center closer to his face. Scully moaned as she felt the tip of Mulder's nose brush across her heated wet center, through the silk of her panties. Mulder bit his lip as the scent of her arousal surrounded him. If he had ever wanted proof of her absolute trust in him, this was it. Her, undressed, aroused in front of him. She couldn't put up a wall pretending she wasn't attracted to him. She wouldn't let anyone else do this to her, inside of him he knew. His loins tightened, but he knew he wouldn't be able to indulge. It would violate the trust between them. Mulder raised up to blow his hot breath against the core of her being. She squirmed again, the waves of the bed forcing her pelvis up against the softness of his lips. He pushed his tongue against the fabric covering her wet folds. Scully bit her lip to keep from crying his name. He wanted her silent, and she would try to stay as silent as she could. Even when her entire body was screaming for him to go farther. Again Mulder repeated, "You trust me Scully?" Scully nodded in response. Mulder slipped his fingertip around the edge of the silk, instantly finding the wet folds. He rhythmically slid it up, and down, around the hard bundle of nerves he found there. "God Scully," He whispered as he touched her. She rocked back in response, seeking out increased contact with his fingers. He wanted her, but this act of trust wasn't about sex. It was about their relationship. It was about her lowering the walls surrounding the essence that was Dana Scully. Mulder placed one single, soft, kiss on Scully's pulsing lips as he slipped his thumb deeply inside of her. His loins tightened in response wishing that they were in a very different position. Scully arched up seeking out his lips, craving more complete contact with his. Mulder gave into the one temptation. His index finger circled the hard bundle of nerves, where her aching desire radiated out from her body. He leaned down and bit down on her lower lip, eliciting a cry from her. He felt the muscles of her vagina contract around his thrusting thumb, and he knew that he had pushed her over the edge. It took several moments for Scully to recover enough for her to be able to speak. The consequences of their actions washed over her, but she forced them away. Mulder was right, it was simply a matter of trust. She trusted him enough to give him the ability to control her entire being. It didn't mean that he would control her all of the time. It just meant that she trusted him with everything she was. Scully glanced up at him as he removed the tie from her face. She could see the hunger in Mulder's eyes, and it made her trust in him deepen. Then she realized something, her flushed skin turning a bright pink. "Mulder, how the hell do we get me out of these." Scully really didn't want to be in her state of undress if they had to call a lock smith. "Where are your keys?" Mulder asked. "What?" She replied. "Keys?" He again asked her. Scully nodded towards her jacket, and he bent to hunt for them. "Mulder what makes you think my keys will work?" He looked at her tenderly. "Called it wishful thinking." He told her as he stuck her handcuff key into the lock and turned. The soft click echoed through the quiet bedroom...except for Scully's soft voice. "Mulder, do you trust me?" ~Fin~ Comments--lor@either.or.com