Touch Me Again by TBishop27@aol.comRated: NC17 Category: MSR-Smut Summary: Sequel to 'One Touch'. It's all about sex boys and girls. Feedback: Yes! Yes! Yesssss! I think that pretty much summarizes my feelings on the subject. As always, be warned...Flames will be forwarded to that dark part of my writer's imagination that roams the night in search of victims. Archive: Yes. Just let me know where so I can visit. Disclaimer: This Mulder and Scully are mine! Chris doesn't let his play like this. Author's note: Just another short and hopefully sweet smut treat. Otherwise known as procrastination. I'm really supposed to be working on something else! I think I said that last time too. Thanks again to everyone who demanded more. Hope this will do... Touch Me Again Though I practically ran out of Skinner's office and made a hasty retrieval of my purse, car keys, and jacket from the basement; as I turn to flee our office, Mulder is standing blocking the doorway. I freeze, trapped by his tall dark form leaning against the door frame; and pinned by a gaze that sends a chill down my spine. "Where are you going, Scully?" There is something in the tone of his voice that both thrills and frightens me. "Skinner said go home." He starts moving slowly towards me, shutting and locking the door behind him. I find myself unconsciously backing up. It is perfectly clear. He is predator. I am prey. He moves closer. "You're so obedient, Scully." Oh God! Why does he do this to me? I am caught in his eyes, blindly stumbling backwards. "Mulder." I try, as I come up against the wall. "I...I'm sorry about what happened in Skinner's office. I'm not quite sure exactly how, but I seem to have instigated something that...I..ah.. didn't intend to." I shut my eyes, relieved to have gotten all that out. That was a mistake. Now I'm afraid to open them. He is so near to me that I can feel the heat off his body. I can smell the expensive and utterly distracting, spicy scent of that cologne I treated *myself* to for his birthday. Mixed with his own feral musk it becomes an irresistible and intoxicating combination. What was I thinking? Like Mulder needs to be anymore damn appealing. You're a masochist, Dana, you truly are. "Dana, open your eyes. Look at me." Oh God, now *he's* using my first name. Please Mulder, anything but that. It breaks down all my defenses when he calls me Dana. He knows that too. He uses my own damn name against me. It takes every ounce of strength I possess to resist his command. I squeeze my eyes tight like a defiant child, shaking my head from side to side against the cold concrete wall. If I look at him, into those eyes, I won't be able to stop him. Or myself. Hot breath tickles my ear as Mulder whispers a seductive warning. "All right. Have it your way then. But I won't be held responsible for what happens when you're not looking." A rush of air leaves my lungs and I am stunned to find myself teetering on the brink of orgasm without Mulder ever having touched me. The harder I try to control the urges within, the more my body betrays me. I am wet with anticipation. An involuntary physiological response, I remind myself. Stay calm. God, it's hot in here! I'm trembling with desire and the fear that I have discovered something within myself that I am not sure I can control. Finally finding the courage to open my eyes, I look up into his smoky green-gold stare. "Touch me again." He pleads, his voice a low seductive murmur. His breath hot against my cheek. Such a simple request. Do I dare? He's given me the choice. At this point I know that if my body comes in contact with his, even the slightest of touches, we will not be able to stop. Are we ready for that? Mulder certainly appears to be. We are partners after all. I have never backed down from a perceived danger that he was willing to face and I'll be damned if I'm going to start now! Very slowly I do what I have been daydreaming about for seven long years. With just the tip of my index finger I reach up and gently trace the outline of his delectable lower lip. Imagining as I do that it is my tongue dragging across that sultry pout, back and forth, teasing and tasting and reveling in its softness. Heavy lids fall over Mulder's eyes as he loses himself in the feelings of the moment. His tongue darts out to catch my finger and I trace the slick heat as it draws me in deeper... until I am caught in the trap of his teeth. And then he proceeds to do things with that tongue of his that give me a whole new respect for his seed addiction. When I imagine that skilled organ working it's magic over all the most sensitive parts of my body I swear to myself I will never complain about having to clean up empty seed hulls ever again. As much as it would please me to have Mulder treat each and every one of my fingers to the same erotic bath as he did the first, my mouth is having jealous fantasies all it's own. I have to taste him. Letting my hand slip away from his laving caress, I bring it up to his neck and draw him down until our lips finally meet. "Mmmm." I moan into his mouth as he wraps his arms around me in a passionate embrace, bringing our bodies full together. For the first time, I feel the steel of his desire pressing hard against the soft of my belly. My reaction is unprecedented in my own, admittedly limited, history of sexual encounters. I can feel a surge of hot juices flooding from my folds and making a sticky trail down my inner thighs. Jesus, what this man does to me! As we linger in this long overdue first kiss, I realize my all too immediate desire to have him inside of me is going to make this consummation a race to the finish line rather than the slow, mind-blowing, erotic seduction Mulder is probably expecting. I pull back from the salty decadence of him, refusing until the last possible second to give up that delicious lower lip. Mulder groans and leans down not wanting our kiss to end. I rest both my palms against his chest and hold him off. It's killing me as much as I can see it's killing him. He gives me a look somewhere between frustrated disbelief and out and out panic. "Mulder, we can go back to my place and spend the whole damn weekend in bed making love if that's what you want to do. But for me, right now, if you don't take me in the next sixty seconds I'm going to go out of my fucking mind." The most beautiful smile I have ever seen shines down at me from my partner's handsome face. I can't recall Mulder ever looking quite so happy as he does at this moment. Apparently, his needs are of the immediate variety as well. "Let's get it on then, G-woman." He says as he pulls off his tie and begins unbuttoning his shirt. Oh God, oh God, oh God...My heart is pounding wildly. How long have I wanted this? Wanted him? Finally!!! Neither of us can get our clothes off fast enough, which is only being exacerbated by the fact that we can't seem to keep our hands or mouths off each other. We are a tangle of intertwined flesh and flying clothes. Mulder's pants and boxers are stuck around his ankles. As he bends down to slip off the shoes that are impeding his progress; he closes his mouth over one of my nipples and begins lavishing attention in ways only a man with a true oral fixation can. Moaning, I lean back against the cold wall and I have already forgotten the pantyhose and panties I'm supposed to be removing. This just feels too damn incredible to think about anything else. As his mouth moves to attend to my other hardened nub, I feel him peeling off my remaining clothes. He stands before me, every gorgeous inch of his six foot frame revealed. Nice girls don't drool, Dana, I have to remind myself. Nice girls also don't fuck their partners at work, myself says back. So much for being a nice girl. It quickly becomes apparent that the height difference presents us with a bit of a challenge. I quirk a questioning brow at Mulder and he chuckles. It seems he has already considered the problem and is ready with a solution. There's a reason he graduated at the top of his class at Oxford. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx If she even weighs a hundred pounds I'd be surprised. It takes no effort at all to lift Scully up and pin her against the wall. She wraps her legs around my hips. I've dreamed this fantasy so often, I have to stop and remind myself that this time it's real. She's real. My beautiful Scully in all her divine naked splendor. My photographic memory is working like a crazed paparazzo. 'Muullderr...please." Another fantasy realized. Dana Scully is *begging* me to take her right here in our little basement hideaway. I can refuse this woman nothing. It takes just a little maneuvering, she is very cooperative in this regard, and the wait is over for both of us. She is unbelievably wet and ready for me. So tight. She gasps and buries her face against my neck as I fill her. And then I am pushing against her inner walls as far as she can take me. Paradise. There's just no other word to describe what it feels like to be inside her. I want more, but I don't want to hurt her. "I want all of you, Mulder." She pleads, grinding her pelvis into mine to emphasize her point. Should I have expected her to accept anything less? This is, after all, Scully. My Scully. The woman has never in her life settled for just good enough. I'll be damned if I'm going to disappoint her. I begin to thrust into her gently, forcing her body against the wall over and over. Her fingers are digging like claws into my shoulders and I can tell by the look on her face this is more pain than pleasure for her. "I'm hurting you." I stop moving, unwilling to allow myself pleasure at her expense. "Please don't stop, Mulder. I need this. I need you now" She presses a fevered cheek against my neck as she clings to me. I can't. I can't do this knowing I'm causing her pain. And yet, I can refuse this woman nothing. My Scully always challenges me. She dares me to be a better agent, a better man, and apparently, a better lover. There's nothing I wouldn't do for her. Where there's a will there's a way, I remind myself. "I've got an idea." I tell her as I carry her over to my desk and slide carefully down into my chair. She straddles me and amazingly my tiny little partner's feet actually touch the floor. I am rewarded with a devilish grin. Scully likes being given control. How's that saying go? Some men are born brilliant, others... "Perfect." She whispers into my ear, causing me to lose my train of thought and sending a shiver down my spine. And then she begins to nibble. Does she know that drives me crazy? She starts to ride me, slowly at first, giving herself time to adjust, to accommodate all of me. She sets an agonizing rhythm. I struggle against my natural urge to speed things up with some thrusting of my own. Her hands are resting on my shoulders and her eyes are closed. Instead of wincing, I see a look of pure pleasure on her beautiful face. I may go mad from the pace she's setting, but at least I will have the image of Scully's delectation burned into my memory for the rest of my life. The rapture in her eyes is beyond heaven for me. "Incredible." She breathes. I have to agree. And then, thankfully, she increases the tempo. Her eyes close. She begins a litany of little pleasure noises and moans that send a rush of heat to that part of my anatomy she is currently claiming ownership of. "Yeah, Scully, that's it." I encourage her only to be rewarded with even more effort. Hmm. "Oh, God. Yes. More, baby." To this she pounds into me with the frenzy of a wild woman and I feel myself ready to explode inside of her. "Harder." If I bite my lip any harder I'm going to draw blood. My hands move to her hips as she slams into me with everything she's got. "Jesus! Sculleee!" I am spilling inside her and I struggle to hold her still. Please...Scully... She fights me for a second, but then I feel her shutter as her own orgasm hits and she stiffens too with a scream I think Skinner probably heard three floors above. Serves him right, the smartass! She collapses against me, sweaty and utterly spent. "God, Mulder." She whispers. "I'm really sorry. Jesus, do you think anybody heard me? I've never... ever done *that* before." "I'm flattered then." I tell her with a smile. Oh yeah, flattered. My beautiful and brilliant partner, whom I happen to be hopelessly in love with, has just given me her own X rated version of a lap dance. Flattered doesn't even begin to describe what I'm feeling. Honored. Grateful. Ecstatic. Yeah, all of those too. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Mulder." "Good. How about your place? I seem to recall you saying something about how we could spend the whole damn weekend in bed making love. " Fini Life is too short to drink bad wine.