Title: Possessions 8

Author: Angel

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Rating: NC-17. Please no kiddies.

Disclaimer: Not mine, I don’t even pretend anymore.

Summery: Sherri sent me an idea ages ago….This is what became of it.

Author notes: Thank you Sherri for the idea. Evie for the VERY helpful information….hehe. And Melissa for her excited response to this fic.

So I know, in the long run, Scully is going to kill me for this. I’m not a stupid man, I just happen to be hopelessly horny when it comes to Scully so I am willing to risk my life when it comes to our sexual adventures.

That’s how I got here, sitting on the end of Scully’s hotel bed watching as she races back and forth from the bathroom to her suitcase in only a towel struggling to get packed and dressed in the ten minutes we have before we MUST leave for the airport. Scully is a very resourceful woman, so I had to plan ahead.

We finished up our case early yesterday evening, made our plane reservations for this morning then went out to a nice restaurant for dinner. We ate, we drank. Yes, I purposely got Scully drunk. I’m not proud but some things have to be done. Wine was the easiest way. Scully loves a good glass of wine. It makes her lethargic and ‘feel very sexy’ as she puts it. Not a problem here. I took great care, more then usual, to be sure Scully had many orgasms last night so she was good and sleepy. This morning, after I sneaked out of bed to put all her panties, clean and dirty, into my suitcase and replace them with the ‘special’ pair I bought for her last week, I used the excuse I was too drunk last night to remember to set the alarm. Truth was I set the volume very low and was sure to sleep on that side of the bed. A Scully after a night of drinks is not an easy Scully to wake up. The point of this fiasco? For Scully to be so rushed and flustered, a hard thing to make Scully mind you, that she wouldn’t realize that she was putting on a pair of vibrating panties.

Ladies and Gentlemen, the moment of truth.

"Damn it, Mulder!" She’s not really mad at me, just mad at the situation. "Are you ready to go?" When she drops the towel to her feet and stands naked in front of me I have to use great self restraint not to bag this whole plan and stay in Boston another day doing nothing but banging her brains out, Scully has this effect over me.

"Yeah." I clear my throat to get rid of the frog that has taken up residence there. "I’m ready when you are."

I watch in tense anticipation as she digs through her bag for clothes. First she pulls on a simple white bra, then socks. If I wasn’t so nervous I would laugh at this vision. She mumbles a curse as she looks for panties. Finally she pulls out the black lacy ones I put in there. I found the most modest looking ones possible. Now Scully is no stranger to sexy lingerie, but it’s not an everyday event.

My heart stops as she holds the panties up, giving them a confused look.

"Scully, we really have to get going."

She starts a little, but thankfully tugs the panties on. Quickly following with jeans and a sweater. She zips her bag. "All set."

Being the gentleman I am I take her bag from her and direct her towards the door, double checking that I have the remote control for the panties in my pocket.

Two hours later.

My heart is pounding a mile a minute. I’m trying to work up the nerve to flick the switch and see how high Scully jumps out of her airplane seat. But I won’t, I want this subtle. I’m not really sure why….Maybe because I know Scully is going to kill me after this so I would like to make these last minutes as memorable as possible.

"Excuse me, sir?"

I actually flinch when I look up at the flight attendant, full wattage smile in place.

"Can I get you and your wife anything to drink?" Eye lashes batting.

It’s so much fun when this happens.

I throw my arm over Scully’s shoulders. "Sweetie, would you like a coffee?"

Scully smiles a small ‘if I don’t throw up on you I’m going to smack you up side the head’ smile. "Thank you, I’ll just have a water."

"Same for me."

A minute later Scully sips her water. "I hate when you do that, Mulder."

"You love it." And I love teasing her.

Scully chooses to ignore my last comment and goes back to flipping through the magazine on her lap.

She can’t ignore me forever.

Being as sly as I possibly can I reach into my pocket, luckily the one to the aisle way and not by Scully’s side, and pull out the tiny remote. This handy little thing has three different levels of vibration. I planned ahead and tested each on the palm of my hand, I know it’s not the most sensitive place but I was in a rush. The first setting is barely a tickle, the second is somewhere along the lines of her regular vibrator at home, and the third….I think the whole airplane will be shaking.

I shouldn’t get so ahead of myself. Once she figures this out she’ll probably knock me unconscious and run to the bathroom and take them off.

At least this thing has a safety button, which I think I will call it, once I take my finger off the button the vibrating stops.

"Mulder, you have been on that same page for the past fifteen minutes." Her small warm hand lands on my denim-clad thigh and squeezes lightly.

I look down at my magazine. "Guess I zoned out." I give Scully a sheepish smile and make a point to look like I am focusing on the page in front of me.

Her hand skims up and down my thigh for a moment before settling.

Ok, here I go.

I give the button one short press, watching Scully out of the corner of my eye.

She stiffens. Slowly she uncrosses her legs, lunging back in the chair with a slight shake of her head.

Ok, she obviously just brushed off that short tickle. Not a problem, I’ll just step things up a notch.

I wait until she is settled and focused on her magazine before I press the button for twice as long.

Scully sits up straight.

"You ok?" I ask as nonchalantly as possible.

"Um…yeah, fine."

Just to catch her by surprise I push the button again, she stiffens but remains calm. I can practically see the wheels turning as she shakes her head, dismissing these feelings as imagination.

Time to bring out the big guns, so to speak. I flick the switch to the second setting and press the button.

Scully jumped right out of her chair. Her eyes wide, cheeks flushed, and panting slightly. "I need to go to the bathroom." She announces, rather loudly. Luckily this flight is almost empty do to its early hour, no one seems to have noticed.

With one hand I reach out and take her arm, stopping her from taking a step over my legs and into the aisle, with the other I press the button again.

Her eyes just about roll into the back of her head. I easily tug her hand to pull her back down into her seat. She gasps as things shift with her position. "Mulder...What the hell is going on?"

I take my finger off the button, Scully breaths a sigh of relief but her eyes are disappointed. I would like to take this moment to pray for my life. That done, I raise my hand to show Scully the remote.

Her eyes go even wider. "What the fuck is that, Mulder?" She hisses at me. Scully only swears when she is really mad. I’ll just have to distract her.

"What? This?" I press the button.

This time Scully doesn’t jump, she groans….loudly. Immediately she bites her lip, but her eyes close and she leans back into her seat. "Mulder….I’m going to kill you."

I lean in close, breathing against her ear to watch her shudder. "Do you want me to stop?"

"I’ll kill you if you stop." She didn’t miss a beat.

"No win situation for me…That’s not fair."

Scully’s head lolls to the side and her eyes open slowly. "Oh you are going to win, we both are." Abruptly she stands, grabs me by the collar of my shirt, which in turn makes me lose my hold on the remote. I manage to catch it but I’m not pushing the button anymore. I shove the little thing into my pocket, I think I have had enough of that toy for the moment. Thankfully Scully lets go of my shirt in favor for my hand and drags me down the aisle of the plane. Before I can say ‘vibrating panties’ Scully pulls me into a claustrophobic airplane bathroom and shuts the door, pressing her hot little body against me. "I can’t believe you did that to me, Mulder." She murmurs while rubbing herself against me. For the first time I notice I am aroused, I was so focused on Scully.

My brain finally realizes that Scully isn’t going to kick my ass, at least not yet, and that I’m about to renew my membership to the Mile High Club-I’d rather not talk about the last experience, and I manage to get my hands on her breasts.

"How the hell did you manage?" With practiced speed Scully unbuttoned my pants, decides against pushing them to the ground-which I am thankful for because god knows what has touched this ground recently- and pulls my erection out of my boxers.

"I-" How the hell am I supposed to answer with her doing that with her thumb and the head of my penis?! "I can be very devious when I want to be, my dear." With great focus I manage to get my hands to her jeans.

"Oh I know you can." She practically purrs before taking my earlobe in her mouth.

Two can play this game. I go straight for her neck. Biting, sucking, and licking until her head snaps up from my neck with a gasp. I take the opportunity to latch onto her mouth.

Scully pulls away after only a few moments. "We better get moving. There is only one bathroom on this plane, someone may want to use it."

Grabbing Scully by the waist I place her on the small counter next to the sink-the only place for her to go really. She toes off her shoes as I pull down her jeans and panties and I’m inside her hot tight body before I even realize it.

A combination of lust, the fact that at any moment the ‘fasten your seatbelt’ sign could go on and that peppy stewardess will be knocking on the door, and the usual ‘oh my god I’m inside Scully and I never want to leave but if I don’t come soon I am going to die’ put me on auto pilot. And I seem to be stuck in the turbo speed. But I doubt Scully minds. She is moaning softly, her head banging lightly against the mirror above the sick with every thrust. Yeah, she’s having a good time.

A really good time judging by her nails digging into the back of my neck and even more by her internal walls clamping around me.

How on Earth could I not follow after that?

Fifteen minutes later…

Scully, very calmly, steps over my legs and slides into her seat. Other then her flushed cheeks and heavy lidded eyes she looks very collected.

Me on the other hand….Well I’m about to make a record recovery time for a man my age because I can’t get my mind off the panties Scully stuffed in my pocket before shoving me out the tiny bathroom door so she could have a minute to collect herself while mumbling something about them being too wet to put back on. But at that moment I was lost in my post coital haze a chipmunk could have said that same thing to me and I would have just nodded and wondered back to my seat.

I look over at Scully at her tiny sigh, just as she flips open her magazine.

"You know I should really kill you for that. I really should." She whispers.

"Well I hope you give me another chance." I know I have the cockiest smirk on my face as I lounge back in my seat. "Cause those panties have one more speed we didn’t try yet…" Even as I chuckle I can here Scully’s slight gasp.

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