The Demonstration (2/2)
by Nynaeve 
e-mail: mtknigh@ibm.net 
Rating: NC-17 
Category: SR 
Spoilers: Triangle 
Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance 
Date Completed:1/99 Summary: After his adventure in the 
Bermuda, Mulder tries to convince Scully she really was 
there.



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Disclaimer: Yes, I know, they belong to Chris Carter, 1013, 
and a bunch of other legal entities. I am returning them, for 
the time being anyway. No Mulders or Scullys were  
harmed in the writing of this story. Actually, I like to think 
they enjoyed it.

Feedback: Yes, including criticism, if it's constructive. "I 
email, therefore I am."

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He put one hand on her crossed wrists, pinning her again 
firmly. With the other hand he guided himself into her soft, 
waiting, drenched flesh. He slid in as deeply as he could.  
Roughly he grabbed her right leg and pulled it over his 
back, then did the same with her left. She wrapped her legs 
tightly around him. He slid deeper into her. She exhaled a 
long pent up breath. He slid his other arm beneath her and 
pulled her to him, crushing her against him. She cried out a 
half hearted protest as he did so. She already ached from 
his earlier activities. Mulder sucked in a breath. Her cries 
were unbelievably erotic to him.

Slowly, he stroked in and out of her. Beneath him her cries 
were unending, soft moans, whimpers, sighs, and his name, 
repeated over and over.  <Muldermuldermudermulder>. 
She shifted her hips, trying to increase his pace. "Un huh, 
Scully," he whispered in her ear. "My way."

She struggled against the hand pinning her, arched her back 
into him, pleaded with him. "Please, Mulder. I'm so close. 
Please."

"Close to what?" he whispered. "Tell me, Scully."

He had broken through all her barriers; he could see that 
shining in her eyes. He waited breathlessly. Would his 
precise little Scully use slang or correct terms?  The words 
flowed out of her mouth, "Close to coming, Mulder. So 
close."

<Slang. Hmm. Interesting.> "Good, Scully. I want you to 
come. I want to watch." He drew out the last word, letting 
it drip from his lips like honey into her ears.  She gasped. 
He continued stroking in and out of her, only a little faster 
than before. He slid his free hand between them, finding 
her clit. He began to stroke the soft fold there, matching his 
rhythm as he slid in and out of her body. She moaned. he 
felt her body begin to tighten around him. She was so close. 
She began to keen his name. He felt the shuddering start 
within her and he stopped moving within her. His hand 
stopped massaging her. She cried out and stared up at him.

He smiled at her, breathing heavily. He kissed her mouth, 
gently at last. He took her bottom lip into his mouth and 
licked it softly, tasting it, savoring its heat against his own 
lips and tongue. She winced, a small sound, at his 
ministrations. He released her lip.  "I'm sorry," he 
whispered.

She gazed up at him, the question unspoken in her eyes.

"I hurt you."

She laughed lightly. "I'll heal," she assured him. "But I'd 
heal better if ... um ..."

He looked at her, the wickedness back in his eyes. "If... 
what, Scully?"

She looked away, her face suffused with color, "Mulder, 
you know."

"Yeah," he whispered against her cheek, "but I love to hear 
you tell me."

She groaned. "Mulder, I already did. I can't."

"You want me to tell you?"

She gave the softest moan he'd ever heard.

"OK, Scully, I'll tell you. You want me to start fucking you 
again, to move inside you. You want my fingers to find 
those incredibly sensitive places. You want me to make 
you, no, to *let* you come. Isn't that it, Scully?"

She whimpered and nodded furiously.

"I still want to hear something from you, Scully," he 
ordered.

"Please, Mulder. Please. Make me ... let me ... please." He 
pushed himself up from her. He looked at her face. He had 
imagined this before, never daring to think it could happen, 
never getting even close to how she would look. "What's 
the word, Scully. Say the word and it will happen."

She was panting, writhing. "Mulder, I want you to let me 
come, please."

He groaned and settled himself back against her. As slowly 
as he had stroked her before, he pounded into her now. She 
gasped at the onslaught of his body, her hips finding his 
rhythm, matching him. Her body's reaction was almost 
instantaneous, stimulated aggressively, denied mercilessly, 
her responsive flesh found its release. Her felt her muscles 
grip him, pull at him. The world swum away from him, he 
stared into dizzying blackness, lit only by the stars that 
seemed to explode from nowhere, everywhere. She began 
to shudder. He realized she was repeating his name, like a 
mantra, as she came. He kissed her, feeling her sigh his 
name into his mouth. The orgasm seemed to possess her for 
an eternity. He watched her, kissed her, murmured her 
name, endearments, stroked her hot flesh tenderly.

When she had finished, he let himself go, releasing his own 
passion into her. His body went through its own 
convulsions.  He shuddered, groaned, murmured her name.  
They clung to each other, hearts pounding in wild rhythm. 
His head sunk down to her shoulder; he felt her hands run 
through his hair. He sighed against her neck.

"Mulder?'

"Um?"

"Good demonstration."

He rolled away from her, pulling her into his arms. "I'm 
glad you enjoyed it."

"You know, Mulder, I might need more than one example 
though."

"Well, that can be arranged, I think."

"And, Mulder?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to get you back for all that."

"I can hardly wait."

end