From: "Amy McClure" Date: Fri, 12 Nov 1999 13:55:36 CST Subject: xfc: Games We Play - NC17 Source: xfc From: "Amy McClure" Title: Games We Play Author: Amy McClure Rating: NC-17 for graphic sexual content Keywords: Just a smut biscuit Spoilers: Nope Summary: Moose and Squirrel get nasty. Distribution: Anywhere is fine, just let me know so I can come visit. Feedback: Yes please!!! mulder89@hotmail.com Disclaimer: Not mine. Never have been never will be. WARNING: Graphic sex ahead. Not meant for the young or squeamish. xxxxx He is coming for me. I feel his intense desire as if he were already here with me. I can almost see him picturing what he will soon do to me as he makes his way through the darkened city streets. I can feel his hot breath on my lips; my nipples harden in response to his yet unfelt touch. My desire pools inside me and my body screams louder with each second that ticks by while I wait. He is almost here and I now know exactly what he wants and how he wants it. Some nights he comes to just hold me - perfectly content with spooning up behind me - other nights he comes to make love to me slowly, tenderly. Other nights he never even touches me - just takes a seat in the chair in the corner and watches me drift off to dream of him. None of those scenes will come to life tonight. No, tonight he wants it frenzied and rough. Tonight he wants me to fight him, pretend I don't want it. He will be rough with me, but he won't truly hurt me. Not physically - never physically. Tonight, as every night the desire strikes him, he will take what he wants and disappear again into the shadows. Some may think him selfish and unfeeling for doing so, but I am an all too willing participant in his little game. These sporadic nights of passion are all he is able to give me now. Someday we will have more, but now it is impossible. The promise of more to come has been made, not spoken by either of us, but I know it is there. It's just not our time yet. I feel him close now and I hear his key turn in the deadbolt. I say nothing as he rushes into my bedroom and, without hesitation, forces me down onto the bed. I give him the best look of horror I can as I tell him no. Over and over again, I tell him no, no no!! For this is what he most desires from me tonight. I am more than willing to play my part in this fantasy of his. He laughs as he tells me that yes, this will happen. You can fight all you want, he tells me, and it will do you no good. His mouth meets mine in an attempt to silence my protests, but he does not yet succeed. I try to squirm my way away from him until he is forced to hold my face in his hands. His lips are searing hot against my own, and I am unable to keep my lips closed to him for long. I grant him entry and his tongue begins to delve into every spot he can reach in my mouth. My mind tells me that tonight I need to be passive and let him do what he needs to do, but my body cannot obey. My tongue meets his as we both begin the duel for control. I close my lips around his probing tongue and suck until he pulls out of me. His eyes are dark with ferocious desire and I can't help the moan that escapes my lips. "You've been a bad girl Scully." "No." "It's time you pay." "Mulder, no...no...no." He presses his erection against my inner thigh. Oh god. "Feel that?" "Mmm." "It's your fault. Now you pay." With that, his hands reach up to the top button of my shirt. The fabric tears and a few of the buttons fly as he yanks it open. His cock twitches violently against my thigh when he sees I'm wearing nothing underneath. "Bad, bad Scully." "Mulder stop." I wish I could make my voice sound more convincing, but I find myself capable of nothing more than a breathy whisper. My hands reach up to grasp his shoulders. They make a feeble attempt to push him off of me. A wicked smile passes across his face as he begins to laugh. "Think you can overpower me Scully? Do you really think you stand a chance?" His hands grab mine and he forces them up over my head. This causes his upper body to come down on me and his face is mere inches from mine. "We can do this the easy way, or we can do it the hard way. Your choice." "Get off me Mulder." My voice once again betrays my true desire. My breath is coming out quick and ragged, and I feel my face and neck flush with excitement. He shocks me as he abruptly gets off of me and stands at the foot of the bed. "Mulder?" "Get up." "What?" "Just do it!" I can deny him nothing, so I do as I am told. "Take your clothes off." I slowly reach up and pull the shirt the rest of the way off. My gaze falls shyly to the floor as I cover my breasts with my hands. This is how the game needs to be played. "Pants. Off. Now." "No." "Do it now." As I said, I can resist him nothing. My jeans are pulled off and land in a crumpled heap at my feet. Now I stand before him in nothing but black lace panties. "Panties Scully." I shake my head no, sensing that he wants to discard the final garment himself. He takes off his leather jacket and lifts his shirt up over his head. As he begins to walk toward me, I turn away, all the while telling him lies. "I don't want this Mulder. Don't do this. No. Please don't." A strong hand lands on either shoulder and he turns me to face him. His right hand reaches down and grabs the flimsy material that covers me. A near scream escapes me as he tears the garment off with one strong pull. "Sit down on the edge of the bed." I don't fight. He steps toward me while unbuttoning his jeans. I reach out to touch the bulge hidden inside, but he slaps my hand away before it reaches the intended target. The zipper is carefully taken down and he pushes his jeans and boxers down to the middle of his thighs. God he is beautiful. It's obvious what he wants me to do, but I will do nothing until I am told. It takes all the willpower in the world to sit passively by when his right hand encircles his cock and his other hand begins caressing my breast. He keeps this up for a few minutes, knowing full well how much I love watching him touch himself. His hand starts at the base and makes an excruciatingly slow ascent up to the tip and back down again. All the while, his other hand is caressing my breast just how he knows I like it. He steps back from me momentarily to completely remove his clothes, and I can't help but whimper at the loss of contact. As he steps back toward me, his hands move to spread my knees apart, and he moves into the now open space. "Give me what I want Scully." I will, and I want to more than anything, but he doesn't want me to tell him that. "No." "Yes." "Please don't make me do this Mulder." His hand moves to the back of my head, and he forces it back with a gentle pull of my hair. "Don't make me force you, because I will if I have to." My mouth opens and he takes the opportunity to position his cock just inside. I take him as far inside as I can and begin my assault on him. His hand comes up and tangles in my hair as he whispers my name. Just my name, over and over again. I bring my right hand up to circle the base of his cock and stroke the spots my mouth is neglecting. My tongue does vicious circles around the head and I steal a glance up at him. The sight I see takes my breath away. Those beautiful eyes of his are cast downward to watch me, and the love and desire I see in them brings tears to my eyes. His face is flushed and sweat has formed on his brow. Mulder aroused is the most beautiful sight my eyes have ever beheld. Before I can even process what is happening, he has thrown me back onto the bed and is poised to enter me. "You want this Scully?" I shake my head no, fearing my voice will betray my true need. "I think you do." With that, he fills me with one quick thrust. "God Mulder." My mind barely registers the fact that I'm supposed to be fighting this for him, but I cannot do it. The feeling of this man inside me is like nothing I've ever felt before. Everything is right with the world as long as I have him where he belongs. He thrusts into me slowly - nearly pulling completely out before filling me again. His eyes are burning into mine and the intensity of his gaze almost pushes me over the edge. After a few minutes, his thrusts become faster and less rhythmic. I am close, so damn close, and I nearly scream with frustration when he pulls out of me. "Mulder please don't stop." "Turn over." "What?" "On your hands and knees Scully. Now." Once again, I oblige his every whim. A yelp escapes me as he brings his hand down hard on my ass. Jesus. Mulder is spanking me. "You like that don't you?" Spank. "Want another one?" Spank. Oh Jesus. Without a word, he again impales me with his cock. Any tenderness he may have been showing a few minutes ago is gone as he thrusts into me like a man possessed. He's pumping me so hard I think I may split in two, but it feels like heaven. He's not going to last much longer at this rate, and I need just a little touch to set me off. I try to lift one hand off the bed, but find I need both hands to anchor myself against Mulder's fevered assault. Sensing my dilemma, he reaches one hand down and expertly finds the perfect spot. Just a few strokes and a quick tug are all it takes, and I am coming hard as he steadies me from behind. I feel Mulder's body tense and he shouts my name as he finds his true release. I wish he could feel the sensations I do when he comes. The feel of his hardness twitching inside me followed by the warmth of his love entering into me is beyond words. He gently leans us both forward until I am lying face down on the bed. His face nuzzles my neck and he makes no move to pull himself out of me. His fingers are lazily running up and down the length of my arm and the tenderness with which he holds and nuzzles me leaves me virtually helpless. I do not kid myself, however. I know he will not stay with me, no matter how badly I want him to. The professional boundaries and walls need to be built back up overnight so we can resume our business tomorrow. We never speak of these encounters. I have wanted to for so long, but I know that is a line neither one of us is ready to cross. My body becomes suddenly cold as Mulder lifts himself off of me and begins to dress. I can't help the tears that spring to my eyes, and I turn my head away from him so he does not see my shameless display of need and hurt. The bed sags beside me, and before I am able to turn from him, his fingers gently wipe the tears that are falling from my eyes. "Stay with me Mulder." My voice sounds so needy and pitiful as I say these words to him, I fear he will leave and never come back. "Soon Scully. Our time will come soon." His finger meets my chin and forces me to face him. He places one sweet, gentle kiss to my lips and then once again gets up off the bed. My need to see him just one more time makes me roll over onto my side with a pillow curled under my head. I have never felt more vulnerable or needy as I watch his eyes rake over my naked body. "Mulder." "Soon Scully. I promise." He raises a finger to his lips in an effort to silence any further protest as he makes his way out of the bedroom. The words that fall from his mouth just before he retreats from my room will both sustain and haunt me until the next time we are truly together again. "I love you Scully." With that, he closes the door and flips the switch that enshrouds me in darkness. I let one last solitary tear fall before bringing myself back to reality and crawling under the covers. When I close my eyes, I see his face as clearly as if he stood before me. His parting words resonate through my head and I cannot help the smile that shines through my misery. I feel his promise coming true. We will come together soon. Soon. xxxxx