Title: Entitlements III -- Manipulation
Author: Andrea
Rating: NC-17
Category: Ringfic, MSR, PWP, smut and nothing but, Mulder POV
Disclaimer: I'm not sure who legally owns them, but I know
they aren't mine. Legally anyway.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Shiny things can be very tempting.
Notes: Thanks to Dan and Aly for beta reading.
Archiving: I'd be honoured.
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If someone had told me a week ago that Scully and I would be
lovers but I'd have to wait two weeks to actually make love to her,
I would've been thrilled. Thrilled, however, would not be how
I would describe my reaction to hearing the words from Scully's
mouth. The blowjobs had helped, but it wasn't the same. That is
something I never thought I'd hear from my mouth.
It was a moot point, Scully hadn't been able to last two days,
never mind two weeks. She'd been so desperate she'd thrown me up
against a wall. And a horny Scully is a sexy Scully. She'd decided
that sex doggie-style wouldn't bother her new piercing, but she
hadn't counted on where my testicles would factor into the
equation. Although we'd both feared she'd end up regretting her
decision, we'd been pleasantly surprised. And since it was the
weekend, we'd had plenty of time to think up and try out
positions that wouldn't bother her ring.
So, why wasn't I satisfied? Because I always want what I can't
have. I was being taunted and it pissed me off. I'd seen pictures
of women with genital piercings before, but they had only been
a curiosity to me, not a turn-on. Seeing that shiny little ring
circling Scully's clit was an entirely different matter. With
virtually every position we used, I could see it, twinkling at
me, beckoning me. But I wasn't allowed to touch -- not for
another eleven days.
My fingers almost itched with wanting to touch her, and the
thought of using my tongue to play with her jewelry drove me
to distraction. We'd made love twice already that day, but
thinking about her piercing was having its effect on me. The
thought alone of coming a third time was making my balls ache,
but that didn't stop a great deal of my blood from rushing south.
I wasn't a 20-year-old any more, but some parts of my body
wouldn't accept that fact. It wasn't long before I was no longer
able to hide my anxiousness from Scully.
"What's up, Mulder?" Scully asked after I'd shifted my position
on the couch for the umpteenth time.
In spite of the new intimacy in our relationship, I didn't think
telling her my cock was up would be an appropriate response. She
must have seen me struggling with my answer.
"Something wrong?" she glanced toward my lap with an amused
smile.
"Am I really going to have to wait eleven days until I can touch
your ring?"
"You've been thinking about touching my ring?" her voice was
laden with amazement.
"Yeah," I had to admit, not being able to meet her eyes. "I don't
know how you can stand not being able to touch it for so long."
"I touch it," she informed me evenly.
"You do?" my head jerked up. "When?"
"Well I have to put antibiotic ointment on it, Mulder."
"Oh." That hadn't occurred to me and it wasn't as arousing as the
thought of Scully playing with her new enhancement. If recent
events hadn't been clouding my mind, I would've remembered the
directions on the aftercare slip.
"And I have to move it around, to make sure I'll always have a
good range of motion," she continued.
"Does it hurt?"
"Not really," the timbre of her voice had dropped. "It actually
feels pretty good."
"Oh yeah?" my cock got even harder in response to the tone of her
voice and the thought of her enjoying herself while she
manipulated her ring.
"I'm very gentle with it, Mulder," she tried to warn me off.
"I can be gentle," I assured her breathlessly.
"Mulder," she sighed, but I could tell she wavering.
"Please, Scully," I begged, attempting to sound as desperate as
possible.
"Fine," she gave in. "But you'll have to wash your hands."
"Wash my hands?" I repeated.
"Most infections of new piercings come from handling them with
unwashed hands," she informed me bluntly.
She certainly knew how to take the wind out of my sails. There
was nothing like talking about infection to curtail an erection.
"Sorry, Mulder, but I'm not going to take any risks." She was far
too adept at reading my facial expressions.
"I could use my tongue," I suggested, waggling my eyebrows.
"Oh, I don't think so," she chuckled. "Do you know how much
salt is in saliva? That would sting like crazy."
Despite our less than erotic conversation my hard-on was holding
its own, so I gave in and got up to wash my hands. I was
surprised when Scully followed me.
"I might want to touch it too," she informed me dryly.
The mental image that jumped into my mind at her words brought
my erection back its former glory and then some. After we'd both
washed our hands and dried them on a clean towel we headed to the
bedroom in a tacit agreement.
When I reached for my fly to make myself more comfortable, my
hands froze inches from the button.
"You don't have to be completely sterile, Mulder," Scully laughed
when she looked up from removing her own clothing. "Think about
where it is. I just don't want to introduce anything else."
"Okay," I nodded and quickly stripped.
When I was naked I joined Scully on the bed, but I was
disappointed that she was sitting with her legs closed.
"If we're going to do this, Mulder, we're going to do it my
way and if it hurts, I'm going to have to ask you to stop, okay?"
"Yup," I would have agreed to anything.
"And at first let me guide your hand," she said a little shakily.
"This is making me a bit nervous."
"As soon as you say the word, Scully, I'll stop," I assured her.
"In fact, if you want to stop right now, I completely understand.
I don't want to hurt you."
"I want you to touch me," her voice had recovered its former
modulation.
"What do you want me to do?" my voice was shaky now, but for a
different reason. The trust Scully had in me was astounding.
"Kiss me," she instructed breathily.
I'd intended to lean over and give her a tender buss, but she had
other ideas. Her tongue was in my mouth in an instant, her
fingers tracing light patterns on my back. I responded in kind,
but I kept my hands motionless.
"Touch my breasts," she continued when I moved my lips to her
neck.
As soon as my hand made contact, she groaned and shifted her
hips making my cock surge yet again. While I was nuzzling her
neck and shoulders, my hand was giving both of her breasts
equal attention. Her hips writhed and shifted as I nipped her
fleshed and tugged at her nipples. I realized that she was trying
to make sure she was very aroused before we attempted any
touching of her clit.
"The inside of my thighs -- lightly," she panted parting her
legs.
As I let my hand drift over her belly, I covered her mouth with
mine again and kissed her fiercely. Her goal of reaching a fever
pitch was having the same effect on me. My cock was throbbing so
hard it hurt. When she reached out from our kiss to caress me, I
had to jerk away.
"What?" she pulled out the kiss in surprise.
"I'm very close, Scully and I don't want to come yet," I
explained before my mouth descended onto hers again.
Lightly running my fingers along her inner thighs made her squirm
and moan into my mouth.
"Okay," she panted lifting my hand. "Start by just rotating it a
very little bit." Her cheeks were flushed; her pupils dilated.
When I did as she said, she drew in a quick breath through her
clenched teeth, creating a hissing noise.
"Did that hurt?" I withdrew my hand immediately.
"Not at all," she breathed.
"Good," my voice sounded very deep to my ears.
"You can flip it up, slowly," Scully eyes were locked on mine.
When I did, I lifted my finger when the ball of the ring touched
her skin. To my amazement it rebounded on its own making Scully
moan and throw her head -- I'd discovered something. Keeping my
touch as light as I could I began to rotate her ring and then
flip it back. Naturally, each movement created contact between my
fingers and her clit which was now swollen and hard.
"Stop," she panted suddenly.
"Sorry," I responded instinctively.
"You didn't hurt me," her breathing was labored. "I want you
inside of me now."
I didn't think that had been the plan, but I wasn't about to argue
with her.
"Use that position where you are kneeling and my ass is on your
thighs."
I realized right away what she was thinking. From this angle, I
would be inside of her and I'd still have access to her clit. As
I slid my cock into her, I hissed like she had earlier. Her heat
took my breath away. As soon as I'd regained my faculties I began
to take very small stokes, concentrating more on resuming the
pattern I'd used on her clit. She began to moan almost instantly.
"Press on my clit," she whispered hoarsely and I obeyed directly.
I could only stare in stunned silence, making sure I kept
pressure where she wanted it. The way her internal muscles
tugged and pulled on my cock almost made me come. I fought to be
able to watch as she shuddered and quaked around me; her eyes
rolled back in her head, her clit pulsating under my finger.
As soon as she stilled, I only took a few thrusts before I, too,
was shuddering. I silently hoped she wasn't counting on any
endurance from me at that point.
"That was very cool," I told her when I could speak again.
"I'll say," her voice was still smoky. "And tiring," she tried
to stifle a yawn.
The fact that her orgasms made her sleepy was no end of delight
to my male ego.
"Let's take a nap," I pulled the throw she kept at the foot of
the bed over us.
There was no better feeling I'd ever known than being cuddled up
to a sexually sated Scully. As I began to drift off to sleep, I
couldn't help being plagued by a persistent thought. If she had
reacted to my fingers, what was it going to be like when I was
finally able to use my tongue on her.
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