Nebraska by Nicole Mason

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Nebraska by Nicole Mason

From: [email protected] (Niki) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: New: Nebraska NC-17 (1/1)
Date: 26 Nov 1995 20:44:14 GMT

Nebraska by Nicole Mason

Disclaimer: Characters are not my creation. They belong to that wonderful being C.C. and Company.

Warning: NO PLOT!! NC-17

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They were in the sheriff’s office, arguing over something, when he finally did it.

“Mulder, what are you doing?” She stared up at him, her eyes full of confusion.

“If you have to ask, I must be doing it wrong,” he said with at slow smile just before his lips covered hers again.

‘We shouldn’t be doing this,’ she told herself. She tried to back away, but couldn’t. The only place they were touching were their lips. The contact was so soft it almost wasn’t there. What was keeping her from backing away? Why wasn’t she stopping this? Her hands moved into his hair, helping to keep their lips sealed. His mouth was moving, coaxing her lips apart. The kiss was slow, so slow. His hands were resting on her hips now, pulling her just a little closer.

She had to break contact. They couldn’t do this here. Someone could walk in at anytime. That didn’t stop her from moaning as his tongue started teasing her slightly parted lips. She felt herself being moved backwards until the desk stopped them. Her breathing was ragged now. But so was his. She felt his arms cross around her, sealing their bodies. “Oh, yes,” she breathed as his mouth moved along her jaw and down her neck. She reached for his tie, which was already partially loosened. She felt him chuckle as he conjured a shiver from her. His hot breath rushing across her ear brought forth another one.

She attached the buttons on his shirt and pulled the tails out of his pants. As she started to explore the lean muscled expanse at her disposal, she angled one arm to reach for his hand. As she told herself to stop this, she pulled his hand down to the edge of her skirt. “Mulder,” she said against his mouth.

“Hmm.” It wasn’t a question. It was a comment Dana enjoyed hearing very much as his fingers flexed into her thigh. She gasped as he moved the “In” basket to the center of the desk and set her on the edge. He mouth was hot and voracious as his long fingers disabled the small pearl buttons. “Oh, God, Dana,” he moaned as he opened the loose edges of her blouse. Slowly he lowered his head to run his mouth down her throat and along her collarbone.

Her hands were tangled in his short brown hair, guiding his movements. She had ached for so long for him. “Mulder, please,” she said as he resisted her for a second. Her head fell back and her toes flexed as she felt his tongue trace her nipple through the lace of her bra. His hands were moving, massaging her legs and hips. She felt the material of her skirt being raised, allowing her more movement. She shifted her weight. The sound of nylon sliding along cotton sent a wave of sensation through her that competed with the feel of him moving to stand between her legs.

Her back arched as his wet mouth caressed her bare flesh. Her bra was now decorating the desk lamp. He pulled her into his mouth as his hands lowered again to her hips. She helped him as he pulled her even closer. She felt his hardness. She moaned into his hair as her aching flesh met its counterpart. His hands worked their way under the pantyhose, pulling them down. She let loose of his hair to balance herself as he removed the nylons and the scrap of lace that matched her bra. “Mulder?” She asked when he didn’t return right away.

“Dana,” he whispered as his hands ran up the length of her legs. She felt his breath caress her just as softly and as fleetingly as his fingers. She felt a wave of disappointment as he stood, but it was squelched as his mouth covered hers. Her breath caught and her heart stopped. With no further teasing, she felt him introduce a finger into her softness. It had been so long since she felt anything like this. The heat was starting to consume her. She tried to move closer to him.

“No,” she said as he pulled away. He smiled and nodded. Then he knelt. The five-o’clock shadow scraped along her inner thigh. A soft litany of prayers escaped her as he began to tease the swollen flesh with his tongue. Every one of her senses went into overdrive. She tasted him as her tongue ran over parched lips. She heard her ragged breathing and the clock ticking on the wall. In a haze, she saw his dark hair framed by her pale skin. She could smell the passion and the sweat rising from both of their bodies. And she felt; oh, Lord, she felt. There was a pen under her hip, a staple in the palm that was bracing her, and Mulder. He was teasing her. She was dying to have him inside of her, but this felt too incredible to give up.

She tried to say his name, but her vocal cords weren’t working. She did manage a strangled gasp as his fingers joined the foray. She tasted blood and realized she was biting her lip to keep from screaming. She was close, so close. His thumb pressed into her and his tongue flicked one last time as she went over the edge.

“Scully, you ok?”

“Wha-?” She opened her eyes and looked around. Nebraska. They were in Nebraska. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to still the tiny tremors still moving through her body.

“Bad dream?”

She heard the genuine concern in his voice. She answered just as sincerely, studying his face as he drove. “No. Just a dream.” She was secure in the knowledge that the dashlights were too dim for him to see her clearly. He would have questioned her flushed features.

And she was sure she would have told him the reason.

 

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