Title: Markata
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: Always make sure to read the fine print.
Notes: Thanks to Dan and Aly for beta reading.
Archiving: I'd be honoured.
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It had all started the day Mulder had shown up at my door
carrying a Barnes and Noble bag and wearing a grin that made me
immediately leery. We'd been seeing each other for going on seven
months and I knew that grin meant trouble. As it turned out he'd
purchased a copy of the Kama Sutra and planned to use my body as
a testing ground.
Of course Mulder didn't read the book cover to cover. He'd ended
up mostly looking at the pictures and scanning the odd section
here and there that caught his eye. Unlike him, every time he was
at the gym I'd pick up the book and read.
Although I'd been brought up strictly Catholic, my parents
encouraged learning about other religions as much as they
encouraged studying world history. They felt a wide knowledge in
all subjects was an admirable goal. I doubt they envisioned
anything like the Kama Sutra.
When I was alone, I focused mostly on reading the text. I'd
seen Mulder pick up the book and look at me with that mischievous
glint in his eye often enough to know I'd get my fill of the
pictures when he was home.
One night after we'd spent some time studying a few of the
pictures we settled on one called 'Markata'. The others appeared
more suited to the Cirque de Soleil than our sex life.
It was a fairly simple position. Mulder sat in a chair and I
climbed onto his lap. What made the position different is that
we were only supposed to rock our hips. So the fact that my feet
didn't reach the floor wasn't important.
I hadn't even gotten settled when Mulder began to kiss me and
caress my breasts. I'd taken great pleasure in pointing out to
him how important foreplay was according to the Kama Sutra. But
to be honest, foreplay had never been an issue with us. Mulder
didn't object to kissing and touching me. Letting my hands and
lips wander freely over his body was enough foreplay for me, but
I wasn't about to tell him that.
It wasn't long before I felt Mulder's erection pressing against
my inner thigh. With a little wiggling, I quickly had him right
where I wanted him. Once I began to rock my hips I was lost in
the sensation of having Mulder inside of me. Then I was surprised
by a tugging feeling on my shoulder. I was stunned when I felt
Mulder bite me. What shocked me even more was that I liked it.
"God, Mulder," I breathed.
"Hmm," his lips were still on my shoulder.
"That's going to leave a mark," I complained.
"No one will see it there," Mulder explained as he moved to
do the same thing to my other shoulder.
I couldn't believe it. Mulder was biting me and I was enjoying
it. His hands were on my ass, squeezing me. We were both still
rocking our hips, but other than our lips and hands, nothing was
moving. It amazed me that I could be so close to an orgasm, just
rocking my hips. Every time Mulder nipped at my neck, I surged
closer to my peak.
I kept thinking with his next bite I would sail over the edge,
but I kept hovering right on the brink. It was the most beautiful
agony I'd ever felt. I was so desperate for release that I
started to whimper. From the way he was groaning, I assumed
Mulder was in the same situation.
Out of the fog of my sweet suffering I became vaguely aware of
one of Mulder's hands moving along my side toward my breast.
Since I was anticipating a caress, I was again startled when
he took my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinched
it firmly. Instead of pain, the contact sent a jolt of heat
straight to my core finally sending me plummeting over the
precipice into bliss.
When I returned to my senses, I could tell Mulder had climaxed
as well, and I was sorry I'd missed it. The look of ecstasy on
his face when he came was one of my favorite parts of our
lovemaking. From the residual look of rapture that was still
evident, I knew his orgasm must have been as exquisite as mine
was.
"They sure knew what they were talking about," Mulder was
placing soft kisses on my neck.
"About this position?"
"No -- the biting and scratching," he waggled his eyebrows.
It was true, the Kama Sutra did recommend that kind of vigorous
touching. It was supposed to enhance the lovemaking.
"You scratched me?" I didn't recall feeling that.
"No, you scratched me," he chuckled.
"I did? I hope I didn't hurt you," I was instantly concerned.
"Not at all -- it felt great. It proved to me how much you were
enjoying yourself."
"I never would have thought I'd like to be bitten, but it felt
fantastic," I admitted.
"This has to be the most perfect religion on earth," he sighed.
"You think?" I laughed. I was snuggled against his chest.
"What could be more perfect? A religion based on sex sounds great to
me. And I like their handbook better than the bible," he smirked.
"So you think you'd like to start practicing it devoutly?"
"Oh yeah," he gave me a little squeeze.
"You'd really want to follow it strictly?" I clarified.
"Yes, Scully, I would," he was starting to sound agitated. "Why?
Is there something you don't like about it?"
"It's fine with me. I just thought you'd have a problem with the
fact that fellatio was forbidden," I tried to keep a straight
face.
"Forbidden?" he almost choked.
"Yup."
"No blowjobs?" his face had grown pale.
"Apparently when the religion was founded, fellatio was only
practiced by male prostitutes -- so it was outlawed," I
explained.
"No blowjobs?"
"Cunnilingus is okay," I pointed out.
"I guess I should have read the whole thing," he frowned.
"Not the perfect religion anymore?" I couldn't help smiling.
"No," he sighed dejectedly. "And just when I thought I'd found my
calling."
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