Title: Surrendering to Temptation II

Author: Diandra Hollman

E-Mail: diandrahollman@yahoo.com

Website: http://agenthollman.topcities.com/main/index.html

Rating: NC-17. Definitely.

Classification: S R

Keywords: MSR, DSR, Mulder/Scully/Doggett romance, Slash, SMUT!

Spoilers: Not a chance

Disclaimer: You really think Chris Carter would have let his 
         characters do this on prime time television? ;P

Archive: Let me know first so I can see it! :)

Summary: Doggett, Scully and a bed. Mulder, Doggett and a 
         shower. Mulder, Scully and some ice cream. What do you 
         get when you put all of this together? A really 
         demented romance? Yeah, probably... ;) Continuation of 
         Surrendering to Temptation. Mulder, Scully and Doggett 
         explore their relationship together. No real plot. 
         Just pure, smutty, fluff. ;)

Dedication: To my SHODDS sisters. I know this is not a typical 
         DSR story, but, hey, this works too, right? ;) To 
         Lisa, for sticking with me and nagging me consistently 
         to finish these stories. ;) To the person who invented 
         the winking emoticon, because obviously I would be 
         lost without it! ;) Just kidding... To Neige, for 
         getting me to go back to this story when all my energy 
         was going into my DoggettTorture series...again, 
         sorry! :) And to everybody else who has sent me 
         feedback and support; you have reminded me why I love 
         writing! Thank you! :)

Author's Notes: My biggest fear with this story is that I've 
         tried too hard to cater to so many genres at once that 
         *nobody* will like it. It contains MSR, DSR, MDR and 
         MDSR (it's a new category...I created it. ;)) But I've 
         already gotten dippers complaining that the story 
         contains slash and slashers complaining that the story 
         contains het! :::bashes forehead on desk::: So, here's 
         my plea to readers: please please *please* try to 
         remain open minded! If you can't do then, then please 
         don't read this story and *please* don't flame me for 
         it! :::falls to knees on the floor::: I'm begging you 
         here! 
         :::pause::: 
         Oh, get your mind out of the gutter! ;P

         This is the sequel to Surrendering to Temptation. You 
         can find that story on my site, listed above. :)


Surrendering to Temptation II
By Diandra Hollman

**cue Chris Carter saying "last time on the X-Files"**

I looked over at Mulder for the first time since he had brought 
me the vibrator. I had known what we were doing would arouse 
him, but I had not known to what extent. His breathing had 
deepened and his eyes had turned almost black with lust. His 
erection was nearly purple. I never knew this little amount of 
bondage and domination would excite him so much.

He bent over Doggett and - with as much self control as he 
could muster - kissed, nibbled, and licked Doggett's neck 
gently. Doggett groaned and wrapped a hand around the back of 
Mulder's neck. But Mulder had apparently lost all interest in 
foreplay, and within seconds he had flipped Doggett over onto 
hands and knees and buried himself in Doggett's spent body. 
Doggett's breath hissed through his teeth as his back arched 
reflexively. I was getting ready to tell Mulder it was too soon 
for this - that Doggett was probably over-stimulated and needed 
more time to recover - until I saw the look on Doggett's face. 
He was completely lost in a haze of pleasure that seemed to 
have only been intensified by his recent climax.

Mulder growled appreciatively and latched his mouth on the back 
of Doggett's neck, sucking hard on the sensitive skin there. 
Doggett responded by bucking his hips, thrusting wantonly into 
Mulder. They looked, for all intents and purposes like rutting 
animals. And the sight was arousing as hell.

I heard a loud, lustful groan and was startled to discover it 
had come from me. The sound seemed to get through to Mulder, 
breaking his trance. He looked at me with a knowing smirk as he 
reached down to stroke Doggett's newly revived erection. 
Doggett grunted and sped up his thrusts.

There was a challenge in Mulder's eyes. He knew I was 
responding to the sight of him fucking Doggett so 
enthusiastically, with so little abandon. He was daring me to 
do something about it - and I'm not usually one to pass up on 
a dare.

I ducked my head underneath Doggett's body and flicked my 
tongue over the tip of his penis, catching the drop of fluid 
that had collected there. He gasped and went utterly still. I 
licked him from base to tip several times until I could 
distinctly hear him panting. Mulder pushed at my shoulders 
until I let go of Doggett and sat up. Mulder held Doggett's 
hips firmly as he stilled his own, denying them both release. 
Doggett struggled for a few seconds and then moaned in 
exasperation. 

"C'mon, Mulder, you're killin' me here," he pleaded. 

Mulder laughed and then whispered something in Doggett's ear. 
Doggett got the same wild look in his eyes that I had seen in 
Mulder's earlier. He began squirming impatiently.

"Come over here, Scully."

I jumped at the sound of Mulder's lust-deepened voice. I 
watched as his hand moved once again to Doggett's erection and 
I suddenly understood...I felt my breathing quicken 
exponentially as my arousal kicked up several notches.

I managed to squeeze myself between Doggett and the mattress, 
letting my legs fall to the outside of his. Doggett reached one 
hand between us towards my center, but Mulder halted his 
movement, replacing Doggett's hand to where it had lain beside 
my head. 

"Let me..." he murmured.

I felt Mulder's hands on my thighs then, urging me to open my 
legs wider. I complied and felt his fingers brush my aroused 
flesh. I was embarrassingly far beyond the stage where teasing 
would do anything for me, yet Mulder seemed intent on teasing 
me into insanity. I reached for his hand and tried to tell him 
without words that I wanted more. 

Fortunately, he is a smart man; he knew better than to piss me 
off. Hey, I shot him once before, I'm sure I wouldn't hesitate 
before doing it again if he pushed me hard enough. I felt his 
fingers plunge into me without further delay. I sighed and 
began rolling my hips in concert with his thrusts...

***********
DOGGETT:

I was sure I would lose it when Scully wedged herself under my 
body. I was already being driven mad with the feel of Mulder 
holding so goddamn still inside me...I swear, the man is a 
freakin' sadist! I nearly came just watching Scully gain 
pleasure at Mulder's manual manipulation. I whimpered, 
reminding them that I had been neglected. Scully responded by 
pulling my face to hers and plunging her tongue in my mouth, 
effectively silencing me. Mulder brought his hand - now slick 
with Scully's juices - to my erection, spreading the moisture 
over it. My groan was muffled by Scully's mouth. 

When he was satisfied with his little torture session, Mulder 
placed me at Scully's entrance and, thrusting his own hips into 
me, pushed me inside. I nearly lost it that instant. Feeling 
myself inside Scully and Mulder inside me at the same time was 
almost too much for me to take. I wondered if the sensations 
had been so incredible for Scully earlier - when both Mulder 
and I had been inside her.

Scully suddenly got an evil little twinkle in her eye and 
reached up to pinch my nipples, causing my hips to jerk 
reflexively.  

"You keep doing that and this won't last much longer," I 
groaned.

Scully gave an exaggerated pout and said "Then we'll just have 
to do it again, won't we?" I felt my pulse accelerate.

Mulder broke the spell by pulling almost all of the way out of 
me and pushing back in with a snap of his hips. The movement 
drove me impossibly deeper inside Scully. I heard her moan in 
unison with my strangled gasp.

I felt Mulder's hand rub gentle circles on my back. "Too much," 
he asked simply.

I shook my head, incapable of coherent speech at that point. 

"Okay, I'm gonna let you be in control," he whispered, backing 
out of me slightly. 

After a moment of uncertainty, I pushed back against him, 
feeling my own erection slip out of Scully as I was fully 
impaled by Mulder. I grunted and moved in the opposite 
direction, back into Scully, and felt Mulder slide out of me. I 
knew I wouldn't last much longer. I also knew Mulder would be 
right behind me. I just hoped we wouldn't be leaving Scully 
behind. 

I tried to reach between our bodies to stroke the little bundle 
that would send her flying, but found I was shaking too much to 
be able to support myself on only one arm. Mulder saw my 
dilemma and reached under me to do it himself. I moaned 
gratefully and returned my focus to the incredible pleasure of 
being so exquisitely trapped between my lovers. 

I heard Scully groan and felt her thrust up at me as Mulder 
pushed her closer to insanity. I gave up trying to hold back. I 
began thrusting frantically, the pleasure building faster than 
I ever thought possible due to the constant stimulation from 
both sides. 

My orgasm hit me with blinding speed, knocking the breath from 
me. I squeezed my eyes shut, hearing my own voice scream as if 
from a great distance. I felt like I was spinning out of 
control, but I wasn't afraid. I knew I was safe. Mulder and 
Scully wouldn't have it any other way. 

I felt Scully's muscles clamp down on me viciously and heard 
her let out a small cry as she reached her own climax. A second 
later, I felt Mulder pulse inside me as he, too, went over the 
edge.

The last thing I remember is collapsing on top of Scully as, 
for the second time already that morning, my vision faded to 
black.

*******
MULDER:

I knew it was too much for him to handle so soon, all at once. 
Damn stubborn bastard...

/Look who's talking,/ a little voice in the back of my mind 
teased. Okay, so maybe I shouldn't have pushed him, but damn if 
watching Scully's little domination role-play didn't turn me 
on! Just remembering him - all flushed and sweaty, thrashing 
helplessly and begging Scully to let him come - brought a 
familiar tightness to my groin. /Easy there, buddy, or you 
might kill him yet./ But what a way to go...

I pulled out of him slowly, even though he wasn't consciously 
able to appreciate my efforts to minimize his discomfort. I 
removed the condom I had been wearing and threw it in the 
nearby wastebasket. 

I was ready to pull Doggett's unconscious body off of Scully so 
she could breathe, but one look at her face changed my mind. 
Her arms were wrapped securely around him, one hand alternately 
stroking his hair and massaging his neck. Her legs were wrapped 
around his waist, continuing to hold him deep inside her. She 
kissed his forehead, humming contentedly, and smiled at me. 

I smiled back and leaned over to kiss her. "I'm gonna go take a 
shower," I whispered. 

"Hmm..." she murmured, her eyes closing. 

I was a bit reluctant to leave the warm bed quite yet - not to 
mention the warm bodies *in* the bed - but I was starting to 
feel uncomfortably sweaty and sticky, and a hot shower sounded 
very inviting at the moment. 

I walked into the bathroom before I remembered I wasn't in my 
house and my shaving kit was in my bag - which was in the 
bedroom. I opened the bathroom door again and was about to walk 
back out to retrieve the bag when I heard a loud groan. I 
peeked around the door cautiously. Doggett had woken up and he 
and Scully were sharing a deep, slow kiss. He was still inside 
her, and as I watched Scully's hand traveled down his back to 
rest on his ass, pressing him deeper and causing them both to 
moan in pleasure. 

I decided my shower could wait.

************
SCULLY:

I watched Mulder walk into the bathroom, my eyes trailing over 
the muscles in his back to linger on his ass. I didn't have 
time to get a really good look, though, before he disappeared, 
the bathroom door closing softly behind him. 

Doggett chose that moment to wake up, letting out a loud, 
contented groan as his awareness returned. He levered himself 
up on his elbows and smiled down at me. God help me, but I 
love that man's smile! But I didn't have time to fully 
appreciate that either before his lips were on mine, his kiss 
lazy but full of passion.

I felt him twitch where he was still embedded deep inside of 
me. I skimmed my hand down his back to his ass and pulled him 
in even deeper. We groaned in unison at the sheer pleasure the 
movement brought us both and I felt his spent penis come back 
to life, filling me deliciously. 

He reached down to tilt my hips up, pressing them tightly 
against his own. I drew my legs up and hooked them securely 
around his waist to keep him there. He finally broke our kiss 
and brushed his lips against my ear. 

"Dana," he whispered, sending shivers down my spine at the 
sound of his sexy, rasping voice. "You're so beautiful..."

I opened my mouth to respond, but all that came out was a 
breathy "I...ungh..." I was already beyond coherence. 

He pressed soft, wet kisses to my neck and shoulders, unable to 
reach any further down the way I was holding him. His hand 
slipped under me and he coaxed me to arch my back up off the 
bed, thrusting my breasts forward, offering them up for him to 
ravage. And ravage them he did...

I gasped as his lips closed over my left nipple, sucking 
greedily, his tongue swirling maddeningly. My hands abandoned 
their task of holding his body captive in favor of clutching 
his head to my breast. I ran my fingers through his hair, 
lightly scratching his scalp, my hands straying occasionally to 
tug on his ears gently and run over his jaw, feeling the slight 
rasp of morning stubble. 

A rumble started somewhere in the vicinity of my chest, 
emerging from me as something akin to a purr. I felt so drunk 
with love...I never wanted the moment to end. 

Doggett dragged his hips back, pulling out of me in a long, 
slow, torturous movement. I tried, unsuccessfully, to hold back 
the whimper that rose in me at his retreat. He suckled on the 
sensitive skin of my throat in what was probably an attempt at 
distraction. Then he pushed back inside me, just as slowly, and 
just as torturously. 

I cried out with what little breath I had at the incredible 
sensations he was creating in me. I realized suddenly that, 
despite the number of times we had had sex the night before and 
already that morning, this was the first time we had actually 
made love. That realization alone pushed me closer to climax. 
But having Doggett make love to me was so wonderful that I 
didn't want it to end, so I tried to hold back the inevitable 
as long as humanly possible.

Doggett's hips moved in sensuous circles, pressing upwards at 
the point of deepest penetration to hit that one spot that 
drove me to madness and I found I was no longer capable of 
staving off the inevitable. 

I vaguely noticed that Doggett's mouth had abandoned me 
entirely. He was hovering above me, his gaze locked on my face. 
His eyes had transformed from their normal bright blue to 
indigo with passion. 

My mouth opened and closed several times as I tried to speak. I 
wanted desperately to let him know what I was feeling when I 
looked so deep into those eyes. Three words finally spilled out.

"I love you."

They seemed horribly inadequate, but it was the best I could do 
at that moment.

By way of reply, Doggett crushed his mouth to mine. I was sure 
I could have exploded from the intensity of his kiss without 
the addition of his steady, powerful thrusts into my body. The 
combination made me thrash against him as my arousal reached 
the point where it became almost painful.

He broke the kiss and reached for my hands, lacing our fingers 
together and pressing them to the mattress beside my head. It 
had become a familiar gesture...one that was apparently a turn 
on for all of us.

I was teetering madly on the edge of a cliff, waiting to fall 
over in a blinding release. And then it happened.

"John..." I whispered just before I felt the coiled tension in 
my abdomen snap, spreading throughout my body. I closed my eyes 
and saw sparks flash behind my eyelids as I rode out what I was 
sure had to be the best orgasm I had ever had. It went on for 
so long that I vaguely remember thinking, /Shouldn't it be over 
by now?/ 

Then everything went black.

********
DOGGETT

/Oh, God...she's unconscious/ was my first thought when the 
spasms milking me stopped and Dana went suddenly still. I 
forced my hips to stop thrusting - which at my arousal level 
was quite a challenge. 

"Dana?"

She didn't answer. She didn't even move. Her eyes were closed 
and her mouth was slightly open. She was out like a light. 
While that thought stroked my ego a bit, it also made me want 
to cry in frustration at the desperate throbbing between my 
legs that demanded relief. 

"Dana...honey. Can you hear me," I pleaded as I brushed her 
hair back from her sweaty face.

My only answer was a soft snore. She was fast asleep.

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry in frustration. As 
difficult as it would be, I knew I had to stop. My body 
screamed at me to finish what I had started, but I just 
couldn't do that with her unconscious. It wouldn't be decent. 
I gritted my teeth and pulled out of her, gasping as cool air 
met the sensitive skin that, until that point, had been kept 
warm by her body. 

I was at the bathroom door in record time. I heard the water 
begin running just as I opened the door and saw Mulder through 
the glass shower door. I closed the door and moved to stand 
over the toilet. I knew Mulder would be able to see me, but I 
didn't care. 

I closed my eyes and wrapped my hand around my aching erection, 
still slick with Scully's juices. I could almost imagine I was 
still inside her. I choked back a groan, still wanting to be 
discrete so I wouldn't make Mulder uncomfortable. I began 
pumping my hand steadily until I was almost to the point I had 
been at just before Scully passed out. Then I felt a hand wrap 
around my wrist, stopping me mid-stroke. This time I couldn't 
hold back the frustrated whimper that rose in my throat. 

I opened my eyes to see Mulder leaning out of the open shower 
door, gazing at me intently. 

"Mulder, you are a sadistic bastard, you know that?" The words 
tumbled out of my mouth before I really had a chance to 
consider them.

The asshole gave me a broad grin before he tilted his head to 
the side briefly in an inviting gesture and said "Get in here."

I knew I didn't really have a choice. He would not let me go 
until I stepped into the shower with him. Not that I wasn't 
willing, but I was a bit pissed at being once again denied 
release. My chest would not stop heaving, my skin was flushed, 
and I was pretty sure my eyes were wild and unfocused.

I stepped into the shower shakily, hearing him shut the door 
again behind me. I closed my eyes, focusing on the warmth of 
the water flowing over me and trying to force myself to relax. 
I felt Mulder step behind me and wrap his arms around my chest, 
pressing his body to mine. I felt his own erection nudge 
against the small of my back and groaned.

"Shh..." he whispered in my ear. "You're over-stimulated. Just 
relax."

"I'm tryin'," I gasped.

His hands began stroking my chest as he softly kissed my neck 
and left shoulder. His right hand strayed down to my abdomen, 
just resting there, pressing ever so slightly - a warm, 
soothing presence. 

"Breathe..." he murmured. He began taking deep exaggerated 
breaths himself until I was unconsciously mimicking him. My 
racing heartbeat gradually slowed to a more normal rate. Then 
the hand resting on my abdomen smoothed upward and began 
circling my right nipple. I groaned.

Mulder's other hand gripped my jaw and tipped my head back 
before he crushed his lips to mine. This time his tongue in my 
mouth muffled my groan. 

I grabbed the hand holding my chin and tried to bring it down 
to my throbbing erection, but Mulder stubbornly shifted it to 
the side and instead began stroking my thigh. I tried to arch 
my back and bring his own erection closer to where I wanted him 
to be, but he refused to loosen his grip.

I broke the kiss to gasp out "For God's sake, would you just 
fuck me already?"

He laughed at my impatience. "Believe me, John, I'd love to, 
but all the condoms are in the bedroom."

I opened my mouth to tell him to forget the damn condoms, but 
stopped when I remembered why they were a necessity. Scully. 
Vaginal and anal sex don't exactly mix, and we didn't want to 
give her any infections. 

"Besides," Mulder continued. "You're bound to be getting sore 
in that area..." 

He reached between our bodies to rub his fingers against my 
anus gently, drawing a hiss from me as he touched the tender 
opening. He was right - all of our marathon sex was finally 
catching up to us. 

I wanted to cry in frustration. "Then stop teasing me and turn 
up the cold water tap."

He chuckled. "No. I can think of something better...turn 
around."

When I hesitated, he grabbed my shoulders and gently forced me 
to turn. Before I could question him, he had wrapped one hand 
behind my neck and drawn me in for another deep kiss. 

"Spread your legs," he whispered against my lips.

This time I didn't hesitate, but my eyes questioned his as I 
moved to comply. 

When he was satisfied with my position, he gave me a brief, 
mischievous, smile and knelt on the shower floor in front of 
me. I gasped as I realized his intentions. 

Without breaking eye contact, Mulder reached one hand between 
my legs to gently cup my testicles. I hummed contentedly. He 
massaged them carefully before he leaned in and delivered 
small, delicate kisses and licks to the aching skin.

I wove my hands through his hair in encouragement and squeezed 
his shoulders lightly. He looked up at me for a moment, smiling 
slightly, before his eyes closed and he ran his tongue up the 
underside of my penis and took the tip into his mouth.

I moaned, my fingers clenching in his hair, as he sucked gently 
on the head, his tongue flicking the small indentation 
underneath. God, what that man could do with his tongue! His 
hand continued to massage my sac and I knew it would not be long 
before I came.

After several more swirls of his tongue he began to take me 
deeper into his mouth. I grunted as I tried desperately to keep 
myself from thrusting my hips. I closed my eyes and let my head 
tip backwards, the water flowing over my hair as I concentrated 
on the pleasurable sensations Mulder was creating. Then Mulder 
took me into his throat. My eyes snapped open and I gasped as I 
felt the tight, rippling muscles squeeze the head of my penis. 
No one had ever deep-throated me before.

I was so close...

"Muh..." I swallowed, trying to hold off the inevitable for 
long enough to get the words out. "Mulder...gonna co...come."

Instead of backing out of firing range, Mulder responded by 
reaching one hand back to stroke my perineum while the other 
continued to roll my scrotum. Then he started to hum deep in 
his throat, sending vibrations up and down my cock. I shouted 
his name as I came, pumping down his throat in long spurts.

When the world stopped spinning and came back into focus, 
Mulder was standing in front of me with a cocky grin on his 
face - no pun intended. I growled and reached out to grab him 
behind the neck and pull him into a kiss. He came willingly and 
I groaned into his mouth as I tasted myself on his tongue.

The water was starting to get cold and I was starting to drop 
off into an orgasm-induced sleep. I shivered and let myself 
slump against Mulder, my head resting on his shoulder. He 
shifted to turn the water off and then ruffled his hand through 
my hair. 

"Hey. Stay awake for a minute. I'm not gonna carry you to bed."

I made a disappointed sound but didn't raise my head.

"Come on," Mulder continued, pulling open the shower door and 
reaching for a towel.

I stood passively as he dried us both. I was starting to feel 
the weight of unconsciousness drag me down. Mulder caught me 
before I could crash into the shower tiles and helped me back 
into the bedroom. I flopped onto the bed, barely registering 
the fact that Scully was no longer there before my eyes slipped 
shut.

I was vaguely aware of Mulder pulling the sheets up over me. I 
felt his lips brush my cheek gently. He whispered something to 
me just before sleep took over my mind. I couldn't be sure, but 
it sounded like he said "I love you." 

***********
MULDER

I stayed with Doggett until his breathing evened out in deep 
sleep. I loved to watch him while he slept - he looked so young 
and beautiful. Seeing him like that just made me want to crawl 
in beside him and hold him - maybe wake him with a few gentle 
kisses while I thrust inside his sleep-warmed body. 

/Not this time buddy,/ I reminded myself. /Let him rest./

The erection that had been growing ever since I had pulled 
Doggett into the shower with me was beginning to throb 
insistently. I tried to ignore it and instead wandered the 
house looking for Scully, who had mysteriously disappeared from 
the bedroom.

I found her in the kitchen, eating ice cream straight from the 
carton.

"Didn't your mother teach you any manners?" I teased.

She looked up, startled, and swallowed guiltily. "Where's 
Doggett?"

"Asleep." I leaned down to kiss her beautiful smiling lips. She 
gasped into my mouth. Whether from the sudden heat on her ice 
cream frozen tongue or because she could taste Doggett on mine, 
I couldn't be sure. 

I broke the kiss and smiled down at her. She offered me her ice 
cream laden spoon and I took it readily, my eyes never leaving 
hers. There was a definite sparkle there that I was sure I had 
never seen before. Maybe I'd seen the slightest hint of it on 
those rare occasions when she let out a genuine laugh, but 
never to the extent that I saw it in that moment. She was 
happy. She looked - excuse the cliché - like the cat that got 
the cream. I felt my chest puff up with pride at the thought 
that I had had a hand in that. 

Her eyes stayed locked on mine as she put down the ice cream 
carton and spoon and placed her hands on my shoulders. Then she 
leaned in for another kiss as her hands ran down my chest, 
teasing my nipples briefly, and headed steadily south. By the 
time she got to my recently-neglected erection, it was weeping 
slightly. 

She wrapped her hand around it - gently but firmly - and as I 
pulled away from her mouth to gasp she whispered, "Hmm...this 
feels friendly," against my lips.

I tried to respond with something witty, but all that came out 
was "Uuuunnnggh..." 

/Oh yeah, that was brilliant./ I rolled my eyes inwardly.

The next thing I knew she was standing next to me and pushing 
me into her chair. Then she straddled me. It didn't matter that 
she was sitting on my thighs - far enough away that I could 
only feel a hint of the warmth emanating from her center - it 
still reduced my breathing to ragged gasps. 

I stared blindly at the kitchen ceiling as she began licking 
and sucking on my neck, nipping lightly at my Adam's apple. My 
hands fluttered along her back. I wanted so badly to touch her, 
but I was afraid to break the spell. So I just lay back and let 
her take control. I trusted her implicitly. 

"Mulder."

/Huh? Wha...?/

I tore my gaze from the ceiling to see her smiling impishly at 
me, brandishing a spoon once more filled with ice cream. I felt 
a smile creep its way onto my lips before I opened my mouth and 
let her feed it to me. 

She pulled it out of my mouth a moment too soon - letting a 
little bit of the ice cream dribble down my chin. She clucked 
her tongue like a mother would scold her little boy and leaned 
in to lick up the spill. I moaned at the feel of her tongue on 
my skin and whimpered when she pulled away suddenly.

I opened my eyes cautiously to see her re-load the spoon and 
bring it back to hover above my chest. By then it was mostly 
soup. A drop of the liquid rolled over the side of the spoon 
and dangled there for a moment - seemingly frozen in time - 
before it fell onto my left nipple. I gasped at the sudden 
cold, feeling the sensitive skin pucker. 

She held the spoon above my right nipple, causing me to squirm. 
I was entirely too aroused for this much teasing...

I watched the growing drop of ice cream on the bottom of the 
spoon in fascination, panting helplessly. I watched it grow 
heavy with its own weight, ready to fall onto my suddenly 
straining flesh. At the last moment, Scully leaned in to catch 
the drop on her own tongue. She smiled up at me wickedly. I 
groaned, unsure if I was relieved or frustrated.

Before I had the chance to figure that one out she lifted her 
hips - positioning herself over my straining erection. She 
paused for a moment or two. However long it was, it was too 
long for my taste... I grabbed her hips and tried to force her 
down, but she batted my hands away, flashing me another wicked 
smile. She was enjoying torturing me a little too much.

"Impatient, are we," she asked teasingly. 

I moaned. "Scully..." I didn't care if I sounded like a three-
year-old. I was getting desperate. I was beginning to feel 
sympathy for Doggett, remembering the similar way she had 
teased him earlier. I wondered if my begging turned her on as 
much as his begging had turned me on.

"What, Mulder," she asked innocently. 

I had an advantage over Doggett though. After watching teasing 
routine on him, I knew what exactly she wanted to hear.

"Take me," I whispered. "I want to be inside you...I want to 
come in you."

I heard her breath hitch and watched as her eyes darkened. 

I cried out as she sat down on me abruptly, plunging me inside 
her in one thrust. She was so hot and tight... I wasn't sure 
how much longer I would last. I could feel her juices trickling 
down to soak the inside of my thighs and coat my sac. 

A whimper was ripped out of my throat, only to be muffled when 
her lips clamped over mine, her tongue plunging deep inside my 
mouth. I tried to return the kiss, but found that I was too 
far-gone to focus on the task. I was no longer capable of 
exerting any control whatsoever. Which was fine by me. She had 
taken control of me from the moment I stepped into the kitchen 
and I had gladly handed over the reigns. 

She rocked herself back and forth leisurely on my lap. She had 
all the time in the world. 

I knew she was not going to come this time, but I didn't feel 
guilty about it. She had taken her own pleasure so many times 
in the last twelve hours that she probably would not be able to 
do it again for a while.

"Scully," I gasped between kisses. "Please...faster..."

She laughed softly. "Slow and steady wins the race, Mulder."

I groaned. "If it doesn't...kill me first!"

Another laugh. "You'll live, trust me."

"I wouldn't...bet on that..."

I felt her vaginal muscles clamp down on me suddenly. My head 
fell back as I gave a sharp cry. I lifted my hips off the 
chair, pumping into her with a newfound strength borne out of 
half-crazed passion. The chair had begun to squeak rather 
loudly, but I barely noticed it in my frenzy.

She grunted with the effort of squeezing the overworked muscles 
around me while simultaneously trying not to be thrown on the 
floor amid my thrashing. And then I was coming, screaming her 
name as warmth flooded me and I pulsed deep inside her. 

I gradually floated back down to earth, feeling her warm lips 
brushing over my eyelids, my cheeks and finally my lips.

Our kiss was more gentle this time - lovingly reverent. After 
several moments she pulled back and lay her head on my 
shoulder, snuggling comfortably against me. I sighed and 
wrapped my hands around her shoulders, holding her tight. 

"I love you," I whispered.

"Mmmm," she murmured contentedly.

After a couple minutes of silence she sighed and said "I 
suppose I should put the ice cream back in the freezer." 

"No, don't move yet," I pleaded, loathe to lose the warmth of 
her soft body draped over mine, my penis still cushioned inside 
her. She made a small noise of acquiescence. 

We both jumped at the sound of someone clearing their throat 
nearby. I turned my head to see Doggett standing in the kitchen 
doorway - hair mussed and eyes half open as if he had been 
woken prematurely from a deep sleep. He looked so much like an 
overgrown kid it was adorable. 

"Can't a guy get some decent sleep around here," he asked 
accusingly.




THE END - STTII