Title: Possessions 6
Author: Angel;
JumperChick@aol.comRating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We can only dream CC will do this with these two… They obviously aren’t mine and I making no money. Enough of this subject before I cry.
WARNING: Sexual stuff with some twists. If this at all makes you nervous don’t read anymore. I don’t want to hear you complain.
Summery: Wet and wild sex… some sugar… playing dress up… some more sex… Blame Shell for this idea, she started it!
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Let the smut begin!!!
I can’t help but giggle as Mulder nibbles at my neck. We are spooned so close that I don’t think there is a centimeter of air between us, our shared sweat making us stick together. Tilting my head I kiss his bent arm that pillows my head while his other lies gently against my side, his middle finger tracing a circle around my belly button. It tickles and I giggle some more.
"Why are you so giddy?" He asks, nudging my still flushed cheek with his nose.
As an answer I yawn loudly.
Mulder laughs a breathy hot laugh in my ear.
I just smile and snuggle back against him.
"You’re awfully quiet tonight." For some reason he feels the need to whisper this.
Just in spite of him I don’t respond.
I can feel his smile and he wiggles in bed a little to settle in against me, his arm now wrapped tightly around my waist. He groans softly as the phone rings.
I open my eyes as I reach for it, surprised to see it is only eight at night and I’m already worn out from the day and ready for bed, sex aside. "Hello?… Hi Mom…Oh, of course we will…. No, no we didn’t have any plans… Sure…. Ok, I’ll talk to you later… You’re welcome…. Good night Mom." I click the off button and let the phone slide off the bed and to the floor with a soft thud. Immediately I want to pick it up, but the warmth of the bed is too inviting.
"What was that about?" Mulder mumbles in my ear as he readjusts himself to me after my movement.
"My mom is going to visit Charlie during Halloween and asked us to hand out candy at her house. All the neighborhood kids look forward to her because she spoils them." I roll in his embrace until I am looking up into his sleepy eyes. "She didn’t want to disappoint them… Do you mind? I didn’t even ask you." I have a habit of doing that. I just presume Mulder will do most anything I volunteer him for.
"Not at all." He whispers just before sealing the deal with a kiss. His fingers trace up my side, making me squirm against his body as I smile against his lips. "Will you wear a French Maid outfit for me?"
I laugh. "Maybe some other time."
Mulder looks hopeful. "So what will you dress as?"
I tip my head to the side a little. "We don’t have to dress up, just hand out the candy."
"Oh no, no, no. We are dressing up." He nods with a mischievous grin.
"I haven’t dressed for Halloween in years." Quickly he gives me his kicked puppy face. "But I’m sure I can come up with something."
Mulder makes something of a "oh goody" sound and kisses me again.
I pull away after a moment. "I need a shower, join me?"
He waggles his eyebrows. "How can I resist?"
Taking his hands in mine I drag him into the bathroom, in moments we are under the hot stream of water. Eyes closed, arms wrapped around Mulder, I lean my head into his neck and let the steam relax me. Mulder seems perfectly content with this, other then his new erection against my hip. I slide one hand down his slick body to encircle him. I smile at his surprised grunt. "You’re still thinking about that French Maid costume, huh?"
His laughter rumbles in my ear as he pulls me closer, rubbing himself against me. "You know me too well."
I jump just a little as his fingers work their way through my folds, still sensitive from our last escapade. He mumbles happily as he finds me ready for him. What can I say… it’s hard, yes pun intended, to be pressed up against his naked body without having certain thoughts.
"Can you turn around for me?" He asks against my ear.
I happily oblige as my belly twists in anticipation. Pressing my palms against the tile I lean over slightly for him, waiting his next move.
Leaning forward, Mulder pushes my wet hair from my neck, holding it all on the back of my head. He begins to bite and lick the back of my neck. I really can’t do much for him in this position. So I push back against him, trying to move this show along. As much as I want this I am getting pretty tired. "Mulder." I whisper to him in that tone that tells him I don’t want to mess around anymore.
He moans softly in my ear before placing a sweet kiss on my cheek and straightening up. His left palm slaps the wall next to my head to brace himself. Slowly I feel him guide himself into me. Once sheathed fully he shudders. I love when he does that. It doesn’t matter how many times we are together like this, each time is amazing.
Mulder works himself in and out of me slowly as his hand begins running up and down my slick back. My body tingles everywhere he touches, and a few places he isn’t.
I have to bit my tongue to stop from moaning too loudly. Not that I usually care, but the shower echoes… and poor Mr. Clyde next door got an earful the last time we were in here… and poor Mulder had to try and keep a straight face as the wrinkly cigar-smelling guy complained in the elevator—something about keeping his cats awake, before he patted Mulder on the back and congratulated him.
All thoughts of Old Man Clyde’s cats are gone as I feel Mulder’s thumb begin to run over the puckered skin of my anus causing me to cry out.
Mulder leans over me more, his lips near my ear. "You like that, don’t you?"
"Uh huh." I mumbled, shoving myself back against him more.
"Do you like this?" He asks breathlessly as he presses the tip of his thumb into me.
I feel my whole body tighten in response to his actions. It’s impossible to work out an answer to his words.
"I think you do." Mulder takes over my speech for me. Thanks, hon, I owe you one.
"Oh my God!" Sorry kitties, but Mulder just pushed, slowly but steadily, his whole thumb into my body. I’m so close… if only I could…
"Come on, Scully." Mulder pants in my ear. His thrusts are turning sloppy and rapid. Times like this I wish the man had an extra arm, despite how funny he would look outside of the bedroom-or bathroom, whatever.
I fold my arm against the shower wall, setting my forehead against it, and am able to reach one arm down to my clitoris. One pass over and I’m gone. Yelling out Mulder’s name for all the scary old neighbors, and their cats, and anyone else for that matter to hear. My orgasm is intensified, almost like two, with Mulder’s thumb still in my body. After endless moments I crumble, lucky for me Mulder anticipated this, his hand quickly leaving my body so he can wrap his arm around my waist, holding me level for him.
His engorged penis, still moving in and out of my body, is almost unbearable I’m so sensitive. His last strokes deep and short.
He groans something unintelligible as his heat fills my body, his hot skin resting against mine as he pins me to the wall with his dead weight.
How long we stand there, panting and shaking is beyond me. I only come to when I hear Mulder grumble something of a curse and pull away from me. I jump as the cooling water hits my back for the first time in many minutes. I stay were I am, slouched against the wall, as Mulder gently rubs water between my thighs, cleaning himself from me. He shuts the water off and the bathroom is suddenly oddly quiet.
"Bed." Mulder murmurs as he slides open the shower door and drags me out.
"Good idea." I say as he towels me off quickly, then himself. I really don’t know how we make it too bed, but we do. I rest my head on Mulder’s chest. He shifts around, pressing a thigh between my legs. I shudder as my still swollen center comes to rest against his hot skin. He soothes me with a hand running up and down my back. "Night, Mulder."
Two weeks later: Halloween.
"Come on, Scully, hurry up."
She glares over her shoulder at me as she puts the key in the lock. "What’s your hurry?"
"I’m hungry. And I know you mother must have some food in there somewhere." I drop our over night bags on the ground and head straight for the kitchen.
"Don’t you dare touch the Halloween candy."
Whatever. "Oohh…. I love your mother."
Scully comes up behind me and looks into the refrigerator with me. "That grilled chicken salad down there is for me, she always makes me that." She says pointing frantically to one of the many Tupperware containers.
"Be my guest." I say tossing it to her. I can hear her munching away on rabbit food as I sort through the rest of the containers. "Oh here we go." I pull out a plate of cold ribs.
Scully wrinkles her nose as I dig in. "She definitely made those for you."
"So are you going to tell me what your costume is now?" I ask around a mouthful of meat.
"Are you going to tell me yours?" She counters.
"You share first." I wave my rib bone at her.
"No way." She has this mischievous glint in her eyes…. I love it. "Ok." She says shoving the last of chicken and lettuce into her mouth. "I’m going to get dressed, it might take me a while. No peaking and answer the door if anybody shows up, the candy is in the hallway."
I glance out the window. "It’s not even dark yet."
"I know, but the really little kids trick or treat at this time, so don’t scare them."
I play innocent. "Who? Me?"
Rolling her eyes she walks over and wipes a bit of sauce off my cheek with her thumb. "You can change down here when you are ready." She calls as she walks up the stairs, bag over her shoulder.
It’s been killing me trying to figure out her costume. I tore her apartment up looking for it. I checked her car trunk, the office, my apartment- I still don’t know where she was hiding it. But when we left right after work today she had a small bag which I am presuming has the costume in question.
The point being, I have no fucking clue what she is dressing up as. Other then it not being a French Maid, damn it.
Me on the other hand… well I’m not too original. Vampire. Can’t go wrong with that, right? And Scully likes it when I wear black. So I have my black jeans, my black turtleneck, I bought a black cape with red lining. It’s made of this silky material. Feels like Scully’s pajamas-I love it. I got myself a pair of fangs, I’ll grease back my hair and even add a trickle of fake blood down my chin. All in all, I think I will look ok.
But before I change I better go answer the door for the hoard of tiny children I saw walking up the driveway with their mothers.
I hope none of my mother’s friends ring the bell tonight…. I look like a slut.
Mulder is going to LOVE this.
Looking myself up and down in the mirror one more time I decide I am ready. My black high-and I mean high-heels are buckled by the thin strap about my ankle, my tight black leggings are straightened on my hips, my black cloth tail is secured to the back, the long sleeved low cut black slinky shirt I am wearing it so tight he’ll be able to see the outline of my leopard print bra-now that I think about it he can see the lines of my matching thong too. Oh well. I straighten the headband, complete with little black cat ears, on my head as it holds back the thick mass of ringlet curls. Run my finger over the wings of black liner around my eyes which I also used to draw whiskers and apply one more layer of bright red lipstick.
I guess I am ready.
As I reach the landing of the stairs I can see Mulder handing out candy to some kids at the door.
Wow. He looks great. The glint of his vampire teeth from the porch light makes me grin. Can never go wrong with a Dracula costume.
And he looks happy with these kids dressed in homemade costumes.
Mulder shuts the door, placing the bowl of candy on the table beside the door and turns. His jaw drops open as he sees me.
"Whoa… Scully…You look really hot." He chuckles the nervous chuckle I have come to know as the one when he is aroused but can’t really do anything about it at the moment.
I can’t help but blush as he stalks up to me. "You look pretty good yourself." My fingers trail over the silky material of his cape. "This is nice."
"Mmm." In response to my touch his fingers run up and down my sides. Leaning in he scrapes his teeth over my neck-the fangs tickle slightly, before kissing me gently. His lips turn into a frown as the door bell rings.
"My turn." I whoop enthusiastically and step around him but stop short a few strides later. It only takes me a moment to figure out why I can’t move. "Mulder." I fight to keep my voice level. "Let go of my tail."
He laughs softly and releases me.
"Sorry kids, all out." Scully says with genuine sadness as she shuts the door and places the empty bowl on the table. Turning to me she leans against the door after switching off the porch light so no more kids will come up. "I’m glad we did this, it was fun."
Nodding my agreement I make my way over to her-I’m going to go crazy soon if I can’t touch her- only to be interrupted by my cell phone ringing. I fish it out of my coat hanging next to the door, trying for the life of me to figure out who would be calling at ten thirty on this line. "Mulder."
"Mulder, I’m sorry to interrupt your evening." I recognize Skinner’s voice.
"That’s all right, sir. What can I do for you?"
Scully frowns as she listens in and figures out who is on the other end of the phone.
"I’m afraid I will have to cancel our meeting for tomorrow morning." Oh darn, I was so looking forward to rushing back there early. "The computers seem to be acting up. I’ve spent most of the night here trying to get them organized but I don’t think it is going to happen. I just wanted to let you know not to hurry in tomorrow."
"Thank you, sir. Have a good night."
"You too." Skinner’s gruff voice cuts off.
Punching the off button I look up at Scully. "No meeting tomorrow. Problems at the office, Skinner’s been there all evening trying to work it out. Poor guy missed Halloween." I say sarcastically. An odd thought runs through my head, yes that happens very often to me. "I wonder what Skinner would dress up as…."
Scully tips her head to the side in thought. "I can see him as an M&M."
"Excuse me?"
"You know, those foam costumes of the M&M characters. A red one." She nods to herself. "With those big white gloves." For effect she wiggles her fingers.
That’s it, I can’t take anymore. I crack up at that mental image. Skinner, standing in his office, a big red circle of foam covering his chest completly with a white M in the middle. Huge gloves and matching shoes on the end of his bare legs. Bald head shinning under the florescent lights. "Thanks Scully." I say through my hooting. "I won’t be able to look at him for weeks with a straight face now." My phone, once again, interrupts me. Choking back laughter I manage a semi reasonable greeting.
"Dude, where the hell are you?"
"Frohike, I told you Scully and I were going to her mother’s." He sounds a little loaded. We all know how much the Lone Gunboys love their Halloween.
"Oh….Yeah. I forgot. I was just wondering what you two were up to. But never mind. Talk to you later."
"Wait!… You have a costume on don’t you?"
"Yeah. I’m a cowboy." I can practically picture the grin on Frohike’s face as I hang up without saying anything.
Scully walks up next to me as I chuckle. She looks up at me with not so innocent eyes, rubbing up against me like a… well, like a cat. I look down at her with a sly smile. "What are you doing young lady?"
She barely has to stretch up with those heels she is wearing to kiss me. Her lips are slick with the heavy layers of lipstick, she tastes of chocolate from the candy we stole from the bowl, and I have to fumble for a moment to get a grip on kissing with these fangs in my mouth. "Mmm." I protest softly in her mouth and pull away. "I’ve got to get these teeth out." In the dim light I can see a deep blush go over Scully. "What? What is it?"
"I-" She laughs self-consciously. "Leave them in. I really like them."
Mulder groans deeply at my confession. "You’ve always liked it when I’ve nibbled on your neck." He chuckles lightly. "But you have to leave your ears on." He says in all seriousness…. I don’t even want to read into that one.
Laughing I nod. "Deal."
Swooping down Mulder slants his mouth over mine as he backs me up quickly, almost causing me to lose my balance while I trip on my tail until I can lean against the dinning room table.
"This costume of yours has been killing me all night." His voice is rough and thick in my ear as his hands grope me through my clothes and his hips rub against mine. "I can’t believe I made it this long." His hands reach under my ass and lift me up against him harder.
My sex is throbbing heavily, I need this. "I’ve been wet since I walked down the stairs." I admit in his ear.
He groans and bites my neck, his fangs digging in to my flesh causing me to moan in response. His hands push down my pants to the top of my thighs. I move to take them off but he stops me.
"No. We are staying in costume as much as possible." One of his hands leaves my body to unzip his jeans.
The moment his erection pops out of his clothing I make a grab for him, call me greedy. But Mulder is faster and takes both my hands in his. "On the table."
I shake my head petrified. "This is a family heirloom. If something happens to it I would never forgive myself." The old wood seems sturdy enough, but I don’t know if it could hold the two of us doing what I hope we will be doing in a matter of seconds.
This news doesn’t even seem to phase Mulder as he turns me around and bends me over the edge of the fine oak. My feet slowly leave the floor, the table and Mulder’s hands on my waist supporting me. I feel the head of his penis at my entrance. I try, but can’t spread my legs anymore with my pants only at my knees. Wiggling to get them to shift down I only let Mulder’s cock slip into me slightly. He moans and presses himself into me more. The penetration is tight with my legs close together.
The moment Mulder’s weight settles against me I feel it. The edge of the table presses against my clitoris perfectly. "Mulder." I hum softly as he pulls and presses into my body with a wonderful familiarity. He sets a comfortable rhythm causing me to shudder at each inward thrust that digs the table into me.
A dull thud and change in angle makes me open my eyes. Mulder is leaning down his elbows on either side of me. His teeth, actually his fake teeth, nip at my back through my clothes, his heavy breathing hot against my own hot skin.
"Fuck." He hisses out a few minutes of even thrusting later. "You aren’t going to get anywhere like this." He mumbles, beginning to shift.
"No. Wait." I manage. Since I have been fairly silent other then moans and gasps he pauses. "The table." I try to explain, but it is difficult with not enough air in my lungs. "It’s….It’s…"
His deep groan tells me he figured it out. Thank God for that. I’m getting closer and closer, speech just isn’t an option.
Suddenly Mulder stops thrusting, only rocking against me. Immediately, and surprisingly, my orgasm hits me. Long and slow and deep as Mulder crushes me into the table. Shuddering and shaking around him he holds me tightly until I sag. His hips resume their thrusting, a little faster and deeper now. But my body is sore and this table is killing me. "Mulder. Stop."
It’s amazing to me that one word can make me halt in half a second when I am so close to coming. I didn’t think it would be possible to stop at this point but I did.
"What?" I sound rushed and panicked. "Scully? What’s wrong?"
"Nothing. Pull out."
My mind can’t comprehend ‘nothing’ being wrong during sex but still needing to pull out. But, being the whipped little puppy I am I do so without another question. I shudder as the cold air hits my cock covered in Scully’s wetness and warmth.
I stand there like an ass with my erection sticking out of my pants and I’m sure a dumbfounded look on my face as Scully twists around, pulls up her pants and drops to her knees on the ground. Before I can even say ‘blow job’ she has me in her mouth and is doing that wonderful thing she does with her tongue and the head of my cock.
I tangle one hand in her hair, holding her and holding my cape away from her body so she doesn’t suffocate. My other hand braces on the edge of the table before I crumple to the floor in a pile of over aroused goo.
So close. So very close to a long satisfying release that if I don’t reach soon I may just die.
Scully’s fingers are floating around my balls, rolling and rubbing and being perfect. I feel them travel further back. Her long narrow middle finger slides with little effort into my anus. The fact barely makes it through my mind before the most intense orgasm of my life passes through my body, my whole body. I yell out to Scully, to God, to Hell, to everyone before I collapse next to Scully, struggling to get a good breath into my lungs.
I lay for many silent content moments with the knowledge of Scully beside me before I open my eyes and look over at her. A burst of laughter follows.
Her eyes pop open in surprise. I’m taking it by the look on her face as she focuses on me I have the same problem she does.
We both have a combination of sweat, cherry red lipstick, black makeup and fake blood smeared on our faces.
Best damn Halloween of my life.
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*hangs head is shame* I’m so sorry I denied Mulder the pleasure of anal penetration, please forgive me all who ‘yelled’.