Enough II: Come Play My Game (2/?) NC-17
Nicole
Disclaimer: These characters belong to CC, 1013, and FOX. But if they
were mine; oh, the fun they’d have.
Rating: NC-17
Category: XR (at least, I'm trying to make it X, it might end up V or
S) I hope I know what the hell I'm talking about.
Keywords: M&S Sex
Spoilers: Don't think so.
Summary: Undercover Mulder & Scully go beyond the call of duty. On the
dance floor. In a chair. In the bathroom. So dedicated.
Thanks to Red V. for everything. This is for you girlfriend...:)
Oh, and special thanks to: Brook, Dave, Shelly, Alex, Geoff, Todd,
Amanda, Karl, Andrew, Tim, Brian, Lisa, Robert, and anyone and everyone
else who supports my hobby. ;P
Enough II: Come Play My Game (2/?) NC-17
by Nicole (laet...@bellsouth.net
They walked toward the dance floor, noticing a small table set up beside
it. Sitting on the high stools, they surveyed the club. It was dark,
with artificial smoke creating a creepy atmosphere. Colored lights flew
around in every direction, and strobe lights pumped.
Scully nearly laughed out loud when she saw the words “Alien Nature” in
huge letters above the bar.
And she had thought Mulder wouldn’t fit in.
Mulder leaned over and yelled, over the music, in her ear, “Now what,
Sherlock?”
“Well, all the couples wee described as being very public in their
displays of affection,” Scully yelled back.
“Let’s dance then,” said Mulder.
Scully’s eyebrow raised. “You can dance?”
“That,” he said, pointing to the dance floor, “is not dancing. That is
pretending to fuck with clothes on. *That* I can do.”
She raised her eyebrows again, in a gesture of disbelief, and he grabbed
her hand and led her to the dance floor.
They walked down the short staircase to join the other writhing bodies.
Scully pressed her body against Mulder, moving her hips back and forth
as she slowly bent backwards at the waist. Mulder just stood still and
let Scully dance to him. She repeatedly ground her lower body against
his, moving up and down. Her hands made circles on his chest and back,
running her fingertips over his nipples as much as possible. Whenever
she could, she met his eyes with her own. He bit his lip and his fists
clenched in order to stay in control. After 10 minutes of torture,
however, he finally broke away, pulling her with him to an isolated
table in one corner of the club. He sat down in one of the plush arm
chairs, looking exhausted, and Scully just smiled at him. She sat in
his lap, facing him, and moved her ass.. He felt himself rise, his
control gone in a matter of moments. Unconsciously, he pushed his hips
up.
And she giggled.
She giggled?
Of all the responses he expected after she felt his erection against her
ass, laughter did not compute.
She leaned against him, breasts flush against his chest, mouth at his
ear.
“So which girl, Mulder,” she said, “the blonde in the blue excuse for a
dress? Or the brunette with the see-through white top?”
“What?” he choked out, confused.
“Which one turned you on? After all these years, I still don’t even
know your type...”she said.
He couldn’t believe it. She didn’t even realize what she did to him.
Not even an inkling. He smiled at her, a huge, lots of teeth smile.
Now she looked confused.
His smile faded, and he placed his hands on her hips. He ran his hands
around and down to cup her ass.
“Actually, I’ve always been partial to redheads,” he said as he began
kneading her bottom with his hands. he felt her small gasp of surprise
at his neck. He started to push up and move in circles, making her hot
and wet. She took advantage of her position and took his earlobe in her
mouth. She sucked and chewed gently, being rewarded with harder and
faster thrusts from beneath her. He licked beneath her ear, and she
came.
Quick and sweet.
Not nearly enough to satisfy, but a helluva good start, she thought to
herself. She got up from his lap, much to his dismay, and took his
hand. They walked up the stairs she had seen upon their entering the
club to the upper level, which was open to the dance floor. They walked
around the edges to the ladies room, deserted on the less popular and
more hidden level. Scully pulled him in the room and into one of the
stalls quickly. The handicapped stall.
Perfect.
She pushed him down on the toilet and sat on his lap again, this time
with her back facing him. She moved her ass in wide circles, rubbing
against his cock hard and fast. She pulled up her skirt, interrupting
her self-made rhythm.
“Now, Mulder. Give it to me now.”
He complied willingly. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock as
fast as he could without inflicting permanent damage. She stood up
enough to let him push into her. She then placed her hands on the bars
on the sides of the stall, bracing herself. She rocked back and forth,
leaning forward to increase the friction. She felt herself starting to
come, so she sat up more and leaned against his chest, turning her head
to whisper in his ear.
“Oh, yes, oh, God....I’m going to come for you so hard...yes, your cock
feels so good...harder, harder...I’m almost there, oh yesssss...oh,
Jesus! Fuck!” she exclaimed as she reached the cliff and promptly fell
off...
He reached up and grabbed the hem of her shirt, forcing it up to grasp
her breasts. He fondled them, teasing her nipples. He fucked her hard
until, finally, he came, biting into her shoulder. His hands on her
breasts and the pain of his bite made her come again.
Sweet, so sweet.
They sat, panting.
She leaned against his back, shirt raised to expose her breasts. She
wore a black, see-through bra that showed her erect nipples through the
fabric. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, revealing her naked
cunt. It shone with of mixture of come.
His and hers.
How quaint.
The black thigh-highs stayed in place, the black legs a beautiful
garnish to the treat of her legs. He followed the line of one of her
legs down to her left foot. The left foot still encased in a black
stiletto heel.
OK. She had just fucked him in black thigh-highs and heels.
He felt himself harden again inside of her and he groaned, staring to
rock again.
“What’s the score, Mulder?” she murmured breathlessly.
“Huh?” he said, mind clearly on other things.
Reduced to a mindless mass living only for pleasure.
Just how she liked her boys.
“You’ve made me come three times. I’ve made you come only once. I
don’t think that’s very fair,” she said she pulled off him.
Curious, he stood up behind her. She turned around and knelt before his
half-erection. His breathing quickened; he knew what was coming.
She took him in her mouth slowly, savoring their taste. She teased him,
alternating between taking him fully into her mouth and only kissing the
tip of his penis. He gave in after a while, thrusting in and out of her
mouth. He braced his hands against the back of the stall door and came
with a loud moan.
“What the hell is going on?” they heard.
With Scully’s mouth otherwise occupied with milking the come from his
cock, Mulder spoke up.
“Nothing,” he replied lamely.
“Get out of there, now!” the voice yelled.
Scully finished with Mulder, pulled down her shirt and skirt,
straightening herself up. Then, she zipped Mulder up (carefully) and
straightened him up, too.
She walked out ahead of him, defiantly.
Right into a Ft. Lauderdale cop.
Love that local law enforcement.
‘We had some reports of lewd conduct, and I came to investigate,” said
the bulky man, “unless you can convince me of a good reason you were
doin’ the nasty in the ladies’ room, you folks are in some trouble.”
Mulder stood there like a dear caught in headlights.
Disgusted at his silence, Scully spoke up. She pulled her badge out of
her jacked.
“Sir, you just interrupted an undercover investigation of the recent
murders associated with this club. I just hope to God it’s not too
late. You might have chased the killer away,” she barked at him.
Woman deserves an Emmy, thought Mulder.
She put a hand on her hip, pushing back her jacket to reveal her gun.
Against his will, Mulder felt himself get very turned on.
He pondered this. Getting aroused every time he saw Scully with a gun
could have some adverse effects. Too bad his post-orgasmic state
prevented his overtaxed brain to think of any.
The cop apologized, and left the two alone in the bathroom.
“God, Mulder. That was so wrong.”
“Yeah.”
“We might have compromised our investigation.”
“Yeah.”
“Are you even *listening* to the words that leave my mouth?”
“Yeah. But it was good, wasn’t it?”
“Mulder, don’t make me hurt you.”
-30-
End Part 2/?