Title: Possessions 3

Feeding: Yes! You think I should keep going? Send me ideas and motivation!

Rating: NC-17!!!!

Classification: MRS smut, smut, smut.

Summery: Mulder is in a bad mood and Scully must punish him. Go Scully!

Note: Not necessary to read the first two, but they are at my home page and Ephemeral

http://www.geocities.com/HotSprings/Bath/7266/angelsfanfic.html

Disclaimer: Would Chris Carter, Fox network, and 1013 let these characters do something like this? We can only dream! No infringement intended.

Spoilers: Monday… That’s about it I guess. You just need to know that Mulder has a mirror on his no-longer-waterbed-bed. =)

Possessions 3

Scully is lying in bed starring up at her reflection. Groaning she stretched her arms over her head. With freshly stretched muscles she turned on to her side and looked at Mulder. With great focus he was flipping through stations with the remote in his left hand, his right slung behind him cradling his head. With a sigh she looked from him to the TV. He had settled on a movie that he had first started watching a half-hour ago when he got out of the shower, both of them had seen it bordering at a dozen times. Reaching a hand out Scully traced the skin of his upturned arm, elbow to the waistband of his boxers. Watching his face as she did this she saw his brow crinkle slightly.

What do I have to do? Strip and dance in front of the TV to get his attention? Scully thought with annoyance. Moving her hand from where it rested against his boxers she traced his belly button with her middle finger. He ignored her completely.

Frowning Scully pulled her hand away and watched him until he turned his head to look at her. "Something the matter?" His voice was coated with annoyance.

"I was just wondering when you were going to turn that off." She used her sweetest most inviting tone.

He turned back to the TV. "When it’s over." His tone was decidedly not sweet and uninviting.

Oook. Scully rolled over so her back was too him, deciding she might as well go to sleep if she wasn’t going to get lucky tonight. Maybe in the morning, she thought hopefully. Settling herself into the bed she tried to tug the covers over her shoulders. They wouldn’t budge. Looking over her shoulder; "Honey… can you get up for a second so I can get the covers out from under you."

With an annoyed sigh he leaned his upper body up and yanked the covers out, leaving them bunched in the center of the bed.

Scully smoothed then out over her and closed her eyes. She comfortable and close to sleep, but the sounds of the movie penetrated her brain no matter how hard she tried to ignore them. "Mulder, can you turn that down a little?"

"If I turn it down I won’t be able to hear it."

Scully couldn’t believe the smug tone in his voice, but she decided to swallow her pride and ignore it. "Could you go in the living room then?"

"I believe this is my home and if I’d like to watch TV in my bedroom I will, thank you."

Scully couldn’t stifle the hitched gasp of surprise that left her throat. That hurt. That really hurt. Trying to control her emotions she swallowed roughly, but a sob was released anyway. After all the annoying things he had done in their months together in her apartment she never once said anything harsh.

"Shit!" Mulder hissed at himself. Rolling over he wrapped an arm around her waist and placed his face in her hair. "I’m sorry."

"It’s ok." She whispered. "I’m going to go home." She moved to get up but he held her down gently.

"No. Don’t go. I was being a prick."

"Yes you were." She strained out, the anger winning over the hurt. "You have been all evening."

He let out a long sigh against her neck before placing an even longer kiss there. "I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad."

She didn’t know what to say. She was mad, but she didn’t want to be mad. She rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands as Mulder pushed her hair away to look at her face.

"Sweetheart?"

"What?" It came out harsher then she meant it to.

"I’m really sorry."

"You already said that." She pushed herself away from him, grabbing her bathrobe off the end of the bed. As she was tying the knot Mulder took her by the waist and turned her towards him. She focused on the floor, not his eyes. With a strong tug he pulled her down so she straddled his stomach.

"Scully? Look at me please."

"What?" She mumbled as she met his puppy dog eyes. "Don’t look at me like that Mulder."

His expression turned serious as he reached over to flick the TV off. "What can I do to make this better again?"

Scully just gave a little shrug and drew an abstract pattern on his chest with her fingertips.

"You can do anything you want. Punch me, kick me out of bed for the night-"

"Castrate you." She interrupted.

He snorted and shook his head. "Anything but that." He rubbed his palms up and down her thighs.

"Anything?" She whispered slowly as she pulled the silk belt out of her bathrobe.

"Uh huh." Mulder’s eyes never left the strip of cloth as she ran it through her hands.

"Ok." She said brightly, too brightly he noticed. "Arms up." When she pointed to the headboard and held up the belt. Mulder groaned. Carefully she secured his wrists, tugging to be sure he wouldn’t get free. "Comfy?"

"Extremely." He thrust his hips up to press his erection against her back.

"None of that, you were not a good boy and I’m going to make you suffer." Smiling evilly she slide forward on his stomach slightly. Leaning down she kissed him harshly, the moment he made a move to kiss back she pulled away. Mulder tipped his head forward to find her lips. With her palm on his forehead she held him down and continued to kiss him. Every time he reacted she would pull away and pause. Due to the lack of blood in his brain it took him a moment to catch on.

When Scully finally pulled away she was breathless. "Now that’s a good boy."

"What’s my reward?"

Biting her lips, Scully looked at the wall behind him in mock thought. Turning back to him she quickly pulled his boxers off. Tossing them over the end of the bed she took in the slight of his erection for a moment then slowly looked back up at him.

"Oh, Scully. Don’t look at me like that."

She smiled and pulled her robe, one of Mulder’s old dress shirt and panties off in almost one movement. She sat herself back down on Mulder’s stomach, her damp center leaving a hot wet brand above his navel. Leaning forward with her hands on his shoulder she stared intently at him "Are you going to tell me what is stuck up your ass tonight?" When he hesitated she rubbed herself on him reminding him who was in control.

He shrugged as best he could with his arms pinned over his head. "I don’t know. I guess I’m just a sorry son of a bitch."

"Ahh… Finally; words of reason from Fox Mulder." Leaning forward she pressed her lips against his. Allowing him to kiss back, their tongues tangled. As he became more confidant she made herself pull away. He wasn’t forgiven yet…

Slowly Scully rose up on her knees, backing over his erection. Mulder instinctively arched toward her. I’ve got him. She thought triumphantly and sank down onto his hardness. Closing her eyes she tilted her head back and moved steadily on him. The pace was comfortable yet aggravating, keeping herself in check as not to speed up. For her own enjoyment she leaned down to his face, Mulder quickly took a nipple into his mouth, suckling hard. When he began to scrap his teeth over her sensitive flesh she jerked upright, not wanting him to get any control over the situation and something like that would do it. Clenching her teeth she focused on Mulder’s movements and noises to judge how close he was. Unfortunately she was very close along with him. One more stroke. Then I have to stop! With a small strangled noise she hauled herself off of him and landing in a panting heap by his side.

"Scully!" Mulder choked out, his hips thrusting into the air desperate for contact. Falling limp back to the bed he begged her, "Oh, baby… don’t do this."

Leaning next to his ear she whispered to him, "It’s my cunt and I’ll let who or what I want into it when ever I choose, thank you."

He groaned a painfully regretful groan.

"Did you think I was gonna let you off the easy?" She asked slipping off the bed.

"Where are you going?" He asked panicked.

She yanked open the bottom dresser draw. "Just getting something."

Craning his head he saw what she was doing. "Oh no… Scully this torture!"

Grinning she sat down not to his head, vibrator in hand. "That’s the point my darling." She took the two pillows that weren’t propping his head up to the end of the bed. Kicking his legs apart she settled herself down, mirroring his position with her legs bent and on the outside of his. Giving him a perfect view of her sex.

"Scully… Sweetheart, this isn’t funny." He mumbled not looking at her face but at her flushed and glistening sex.

She just murmured wordlessly in response and slipped the vibrator easily into her body. She didn’t turn it on, as she wanted to hear Mulder’s ragged breathing. She was doing this for a reason after all; to make him suffer.

And suffer he did.

With a happy wordless sound she took the vibrator in her left hand and stroked it slowly in and out of her body. It wasn’t as large as Mulder, her internal walls clenched around it trying to gain more contact. Becoming more and more frustrated that her plan was turning on her she angled the tip of the vibrator up against her pubic bone. Immediately she gasped at the contact. Her body buzzed and burned. She had found that place that only Mulder had before. Never on her own could she hold up the stimulus from the awkward angle using her fingers. An ache was already forming even with the vibrator. She put the pinching pain out of her mind and continued to move, only faster and rougher. Rougher then Mulder ever would have dared on his own.

Mulder was captivated.

The sight of Scully touching herself was always arousing, but he had never heard this extent of noise from her. She was twisting relentlessly on the bed. Mulder locked his legs apart as she strained her feet on the outside of her knees. Suddenly she stopped. He knew she hadn’t come yet. Her breathing was ragged and she looked frustrated.

Letting her hand rest as long as she could stand, Scully brought her right hand to her clit. She moved harshly. Rubbing her clit in time with the strong scrape of the vibrator against her body. The orgasm was building. She felt it start deep in her belly. It was going to be good. Hard and long. With a moan she arched off the bed and increased the pace.

"Almost, almost, almost." She whispered out without realizing it.

Mulder swallowed thickly as the light form a passing car caught the wetness seeping from Scully’s body. He was painfully hard. Pointlessly he tugged on the belt holding his wrists. It wouldn’t budge.

"Oh God!" Scully moaned loudly as the orgasm hit. She stopped moving the vibrator, her index finger passing feather light of her hard clit, as she arched off the bed. The pluses passed over her, random and desperate for the first few seconds, then rhythmic and diminishing in intensity.

With bed squeaked as she collapsed back down. Her hands shook, her skin felt tight and hot over her liquefied bones. She lay for a few minutes hearing nothing but the blood pounding in her ears, her breathing harsh and forced. Finally feeling back to herself she let the vibrator fall from her hand and off the bed, her other hand resting on Mulder’s calf. After even a few more minutes she managed to open her eyes.

The look on Mulder’s face terrified her in the most erotic way. It was nothing less then animal lust. Her eyes drifted from his face his cock. She could almost see the throbbing.

With a deep breath she hosting her spent body onto all fours and crawled over to him.

"God, Scully." He breathed out in response to her little show.

She gave him a satisfied smile and quickly licked the thin stream of precum from the root of his cock to the head. He cursed and thrust toward her.

Blindly she reached up and tugged on the knot of the belt as she took him deeply into her mouth; her body too boneless to participate anymore then this.

Mulder’s hands immediately flew to her body, ignoring the tingle of his limbs and focusing on the painful ache of his, and her, favorite appendage. One hand gripped the back of her neck and the other one of her arms. The feeling was too intense for his brain to control his thrusting into her mouth. Scully took it in stride, setting a relaxed counter rhythm.

"Oh fuck, Scully!" Mulder cried and pounded up into her. He came hard and fast. The release came from deep in his spin. Breathless he fell against the mattress.

Lazily Scully wiped the remains of him from her lips and flopped to the side of him, breathless from her throat being otherwise occupied.

"Are you sorry now?" Scully asked after a few minutes, rolling to lean on his chest.

Eyes still closed he nodded quickly.

"Aren’t you appreciative that I got you off instead of leaving you tied all night like I was very tempted to?"

He nodded faster then before.

"That’s what I thought." Smiling as smugly as her tired muscles would let her she let her head fall to his chest with a dull thud.

The end. =)

Hehe… I got carried away AGAIN. This turned out shorter then I thought it would… oh well! So what did you think? More? Or should I stop now? Let me know! But whatever you do! Don’t let my mother read these!!! *shudders at thought*