Title: Entitlements II -- Frustration



Author: Andrea



Rating: NC-17



Category: MSR, PWP, smut and nothing but, Scully POV



Disclaimer: I'm not sure who legally owns them, but I know

they aren't mine. Legally anyway.



Spoilers: None



Summary: How long could you last?



Notes: Thanks to Dan and Aly for beta reading.

This is for Orange Tabby. Ask and you shall receive. I hope

this is what you wanted  :)



Archiving: I'd be honoured.



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It had been less than 24 hours since Mulder's confession had

changed our relationship and he'd had two blowjobs. He was

happier and more relaxed than I'd ever seen him. I, on the other

hand, was miserable.



If sitting at the office, watching him chew on his pencil,

cracking sunflower seeds and sucking on his bottom lip used to

drive me to distraction, now it was simply driving me insane. I

was sure if Mulder looked over at me and smiled and winked one

more time, I was going to have to kill him.



Clueless -- the man was completely clueless. Sure *he* was

chipper, he'd had two great orgasms, more kisses than I could

count, and I don't think his hands had ever been out of contact

with my breasts until we'd left my apartment this morning.  And

what had I had? All foreplay and no follow through; I think my

level of frustration would be considered to be 'not criminally

responsible' in the eyes of the law. It had to be.



Two weeks? How was I going to survive two weeks of this? Last

night Mulder slept soundly; blissfully ignorant of my

predicament. My clit throbbed mercilessly, and not from my

piercing.



Mulder inquired several times during the day about my state of

mind. Apparently, it hadn't escaped him that my attention was

elsewhere. I decided that it would be best not to talk about it

at work, so I told him I was fine. From the look on his face, I

could tell he didn't like that answer.



"Some things don't belong at the office, Mulder," I kept my voice

low.



"Did I do something wrong?" he was worried instantly.



"No, Mulder," I had to chuckle. "If anyone did anything wrong, it

was me."



"What did you do wrong?" he furrowed his brow.



"I'll tell you later."



"And I didn't do anything wrong?"



"No, Mulder," I reassured him.



"I'm glad to hear that, because I thought things were going pretty

well," he smiled and winked.



"I need chocolate." It was that or kill him. Chocolate was

better than a lengthy trial, even with the insanity defense.

He looked mildly surprised when I practically leapt from my chair

and ran out of the office.



The chocolate brownie with chocolate ice cream and hot fudge

sauce was enough to kept my homicidal tendencies at bay for the

rest of the afternoon. There was nothing like chocolate to soothe

the horned beast.



Mulder and I had taken separate cars to work in an attempt to

keep up appearances. Not that there were any rules against what we

were doing. The office rumor mill said we'd been at it for years,

but neither of us saw any point in flaunting it.



Even though I'd left the office a few minutes before Mulder, we

pulled up in front of my building at the same time. We said

nothing as we hurried up the front stairs to my apartment. Once

we were inside Mulder was shocked, to say the least, when I flung

him up against the door.



"I can't take this anymore," I all but growled before I pulled

his head down and began to devour him with kisses.



"Take what?" he panted when I broke for a breath.



"I'm in agony here, Mulder," I breathed before I lunged at him

again.



"Your piercing?" Mulder pulled out of my strangle hold, looking

concerned.



"Not the way you mean," I was still breathing hard.



"Then how?" he cocked his head.



"How would you be doing if the situation was reversed, Mulder?"



"I hate to break it to you, Scully, but I am never having my

penis pierced."



"I didn't think you would," I laughed, "but what if something was

preventing me from touching you, but I was fine. All I could do

was kiss and caress you. How would you be feeling right about

now?" I spelled it out for him.



I couldn't resist giving him a little wink when I saw the

realization cross his face.



"Do you want me go?"



"If you try to leave, Mulder, I'll take you down." There was no

amusement in my voice.



Mulder straightened up against the door in surprise. "What do

you want me to do?"



He had, seemingly, decided it would be in his best interest to

appease me.



"I think I have a solution." My voice sounded raspy to my ears.



"Name it."



"Doggie-style."



Mulder's eyebrows flew up, but he couldn't stop the grin from

spreading across his face. "Are you sure?"



"That it won't hurt? No, but I have to try something. In my

current state, I doubt the pain will make any impression."

I was already on my way to the bedroom with Mulder in tow.



I was on the bed, on my knees, naked and looking over my

shoulder before Mulder had his shirt off. He was fumbling with

the buttons on his cuff and casting worried glances in my

direction.



"Take your time, Mulder. I have waited this long; another

minute or two won't kill me -- I hope."



"Thanks," he took a shaky breath. I don't think he'd anticipated

my level of desire. In fact, I think it might have scared him --

a little. "Did I tell you how sexy that ring looks."



"Um..." The timbre of his voice almost made me forget my name. If

I'd scared him, he'd recovered nicely.



"Let me know if it hurts," he was completely naked and climbing

onto the bed behind me.



"I'm expecting it to sting a bit, but if it's worse than that

I'll let you know," I promised.



As I'd thought, when he started to ease into me and my

newly-pierced skin was stretched it stung. I must have twitched

involuntarily at the feeling, because Mulder froze instantly.



"Are you okay?" he breathed.



"Keep going, Mulder, the stinging has almost --" the words caught

in my throat as he did as I asked. "Oh God," I managed to

whimper.



"That sounded like a good 'Oh God'," Mulder didn't stop moving.



"Oh yeah," my voice was hoarse.



Mulder began to take slow strokes and I was in heaven. I moved in

counter-point to him; trying to collide with him, but he kept

preventing our bodies from meeting.



"Harder," I panted.



"I don't want to --" he began.



"You're not hurting me. Harder, please!"



Then Mulder made a sound I'd never heard before. It was like a

growl from deep in his throat and it reverberated through me.

Before I had time to think about what it signified, he'd taken a

firm hold of my hips and was slamming into me.



It was then I realized what he'd been concerned about. With each

thrust, his balls were slapping against me; against my ring. For

an instant I panicked; thinking it was going to be painful. But

it quickly became apparent that the opposite was true. It was my

clit that had been throbbing all day and with my new enhancement,

all it took was Mulder's scrotum hitting my swollen clit to

elicit the most powerful orgasm I'd ever felt.



Clutching the bedspread, I quaked and trembled as he continued

to pump into me. The way my internal muscles had clenched around

him must have been too much for him and through the haze of my

climax I heard him grunt my name and shudder as my peak resulted

in his.



Before we collapsed to the bed, Mulder gently pulled out of me.

Even after our vigorous sex, it seemed he was still afraid he

might hurt me.



"So, are you okay?"



"More than okay," I sighed. "I really needed that."



"Glad I could help," he chuckled. "I'm just surprised it didn't

 hurt more."



"Mmm," I mumbled non-committally.



"It didn't hurt, did it?"



"No," I answered warily.



"I hear a but," Mulder raised up on his elbow.



"I have a feeling I might regret this once all of the

endorphins have worn off."



end



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