Title: Dust Mites 3/4
Authors: Jori Remington and MoJo

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Shit.

My mouth is instantly filled with something hot, sticky and sweet.
Mulder's cock spasms rhythmically as he orgasms hard against my
tongue. Spitting is not an option, so I swallow. Taking him in just as
fast as he comes. He screams out my name, more in surprise than
ecstasy as he throws his head back on the couch and empties himself
into me.

I keep sucking until his spasms stop. With an unintentional pop, I
break the suction as I withdraw. I wipe the corner of my mouth with
the sleeve of my robe, still amazed at what just happened. It's been a
long time since I've performed fellatio and judging from the look on
Mulder's face, it's like riding a bike.  Some skills you don't lose
with age. Or maybe men just
don't care how you do it as long as you do.

"Scully," he finally chokes out, voice deep and husky. Mulder lifts
his head up, then leans forward with his elbows on his knees, making
him eye level with me. "That...that...was....just..."

"Unexpected?" I say, holding back my smile. I lick my lower lip clean
and lean back on my arm.

"I don't normally...that fast," he stammers, glancing at his shrinking
cock. Even withdrawn, it's still impressive. "He's got more muster
than that, I swear. I think you just took him by surprise."

He doesn't have to make apologies after what he did to me on the bed.
I came just as fast. Speaking of, my underwear is still soaked and I
want them off. I pull myself off the floor and stand up. With one hand
on his shoulder for support, I slide my panties slowly down with the
other and toss them on the dog-scented couch. Mulder lets out a little
gasp at my impromptu striptease.

"I *wanted* to do that," he says, sounding a little disappointed.

"They were getting uncomfortable. Too wet," I reply, settling back
down on my knees before him.  Mulder smiles as his suspicions are
confirmed. "Yes, Mulder...I did."

"I thought you did," he comments, leaning forward to kiss me. His lips
part mine as our tongue crash in the middle. I must taste like him
now, but he doesn't complain. On the contrary, I think it turns him on
even more. Irrefutable evidence that I, Dana Katherine Scully, just
gave Fox William Mulder one hell of a blow job.

Between heated kisses, his fingers start picking at the knot holding
my robe closed. Mulder groans impatiently when it does not comply. He
slides his perfect ass off the couch and gets on his knees to meet me
on the floor. I slide back a little bit, making Mulder's job of
undressing me a challenge. Yeah, he's seen it all before, but I
haven't held onto my morals this long to let him take me easily.

"C'mere, Scully," he exhales into my mouth. His stubble is rough and
masculine against my fingers as I run my hands down his face, stopping
to trace that tiny mole on his left cheek. Does he know how damn sexy
that thing is?

"What about refraction time?" I ask, pulling my mouth away from his
and kissing that mole before trailing more kisses cross his cheek. I
slide one hand down his slick chest and check on his cock. It's still
in recovery.

"I might need refraction time," Mulder says, finally getting the knot
on my robe free. "But you don't, do you Scully?"

"No, no I don't, Mulder," I answer huskily. I hope he's thinking what
I'm thinking.

He slides the robe off my shoulders and it falls in a terrycloth
puddle over the shag carpet. Moisture and heat once again descends
southward as I realize what years of shelling sunflower seeds must
have done to his oral skills.

With one quick snap, Mulder gets my bra off. He locks his lips with
mine again and leans forward so I have to lean backwards. Falling
down, down, down until I'm on the floor and Mulder is above me once
again. His hands run all over my body, his sense of touch making up
for his lack of sight due to the damn power outage.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispers, as he rearranges my legs so my
feet are on floor and my knees are up. He kisses the inner thigh of my
right leg and continues kissing me as he swings that leg over his left
shoulder as he goes lower.

My hands reach for his head, and I run my fingers through his short,
cropped hair. I let out one long, satisfied moan as that amazing pouty
bottom lip come into contact with my folds.

"Where was that spot again?" he whispers, breath hot against me. He
slips a curious hand into the space between us.

"Nice try, Mulder," I say, stifling another moan as his fingers trace
the length of my labia. "You're eidetic, remember?"

"Maybe I just wanted to hear you say it," he says, as his presses up
into that tiny bud of nerves. He starts to move in slow,
counterclockwise circles. "Do you have any idea how sexy your voice
is, Scully?"

He wants me to talk dirty? Damn. How am I supposed to compete with all
those 976 girls he keeps calling?

"Mulder, I'll make everything sound like a medical textbook," I groan,
arching my back against his fingers. Oh, this feels so good.

"I don't care," he says, as his lips brush my folds again. "C'mon,
Scully. Let me hear you say it."

I let out a long, exasperated sigh and stare at the funny shadows the
lightning keeps making on the ceiling. Only Mulder. Only Mulder would
torture me this way. If I wasn't so damn aroused right now, I'd kill
him.

"It's there, Mulder," I start, feeling his lips curl back in a smile.
He's enjoying making me suffer, the son of a bitch. I lower my voice
to just a whisper. "At the hood of my clitoris."

"It's where?" he asks loudly before kissing me again. "I didn't quite
catch that, Scully."

"Run your tongue along my outer lips upward to the space where they
join," I breathe, digging my nails a little harder into his shoulder
as he follows my instruction. "And that's the hood of my clitoris.
What you're looking for is underneath."

"Ahhh," he moans, when he reaches that spot. "Hmm?"

"Yes, here," I sigh, interpreting his muffled monosyllabic speech. His
tongue flits back and forth across the hardened nub and I shudder in
delight. I'll make him pay for this later.

But dear God, he *is* incredible. Who knew that mouth was good for
something else besides spouting wild theories about dead cows, dead
farmers and dead pirates? I writhe in delicious anticipation as he
works his mouth over me. I slide my left leg over his right shoulder
and cross my ankles, locking Mulder into place. He lifts my hips up
slightly as I press my back into the
shag carpet for leverage and friction.

I wince slightly as the rug cuts into my skin, irritating me as it
burns. When was the last time this damn carpet was cleaned? Probably
the same time as the couch. Which would be never.

While his tongue is working wonders on my clitoris, Mulder traces my
slick opening with one finger. It's been so damn long since anyone has
touched me there I might still qualify as a virgin by default. It
would have been great if my first time had been with an 18-year old
Mulder and not my 18-year old freshman year boyfriend. Mulder would
have been at his sexual peak at 18.
Luckily, he'll be around for mine.

I thrash my head from side to side as I start to convulse again. My
thighs clamp tighter around his face as the orgasm builds to its
inevitable climax. I am sliding across the carpet as he presses into
me, encouraging me to come even harder. I release my death-grip on his
shoulders and dig my nails into the carpet instead. Oh, God...oh
God....this is amazing.

"Mulder!" I cry out, as wave after wave of pleasure rips through me.
"Oh, Mulder."

He rides it out with me, never letting his tongue break contact with
my clitoris until I finally collapse back on the floor. The euphoria
of one damn good orgasm sweeps over me for the second time tonight.

"I wish I could have seen you come, Scully," Mulder whispers,
untangling my thighs from around his face.

"I'm sure you felt it. I bet even Larry and Joan felt it," I mumble
happily, before something tickles the back of my throat. Suddenly, I
sneeze.

"Gezunheit," Mulder says, attempting to kiss a trail up my stomach. My
face contorts again and I raise my hands to my face to catch a second
sneeze. And then a third one.

"Gezunheit, gezunheit," Mulder repeats between kisses. I struggle to
catch my breath, but I can't. All I can do is roll on my side away
from him and sneeze five more times in quick succession.

"Scully, are you okay?" Mulder asks, voice full of concern. He tries
to roll me back over. I curl down in a fetal position as I sneeze four
more times. "Scully? What's wrong?"

"The. . .A-CHOO!. . car. . .A-CHOO!. . .pet!" I blurt out between
sneezes. He helps me up to a sitting position, hands holding my
shoulders steady as I sneeze again. "Dust mites, Mulder! I think I'm
allergic to the. . .A-CHOO!. . .dust mites!"

I can't even breathe now. I suck and suck at the air, but all I do is
sneeze on him.

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Shit.

She can't stop sneezing. Now she's even sneezing on me. Scully stops
long enough for me to wipe a small splash of mucus off of her face
with the edge of my thumb but then I have no where to go with it.

"Mulder . . . A-CHOO! . . . tis . . . A-CHOO! . . . sues!" Scully
says, motioning wildly at the dresser next to us.

I stand up and stumble around in the dark, feeling around for a travel
box of tissues. By the time I pull some out of the box, she's standing
beside me, her face all twisted up as she tries to control the next
onslaught of sneezes. I hand her a pile of them just in time.

"A-CHOO!. . . thanks . . . A-CHOO! . . . sorry," she says. Scully dabs
the corner of her nose before taking a dry, scratchy tissue and wiping
my hand clean.

"Don't worry about it. I've stuck my hand into worse things," I say,
watching her eyebrow arch up. Damn. I just had that particular hand
stuck in her. "Scully, that's not what I meant . . . I didn't mean . .
."

"I know what you meant," she says with a rare Scully smile. I wish she
would share that smile more often, but it is my fault that she
doesn't. I made her life what it is. When she first walked through my
door years ago, she used to smile. But now, it is hard to find
anything to smile about.

The tissues have been abandoned, relegated to the mite-infested
carpet, but she is still holding my hand. I feel her fingers move
across mine, entwining perfectly as if they belong locked with no
other. Her hands are smooth from all the lotion she uses, but under
the slickness, I can still feel the slight irritation from so many
hours wrapped in latex gloves. Her hands do so much but now they are
made just to hold me.

Scully steps toward me, our bodies coming together, and I feel my cock
surge between us. I guess he is all set and ready again. It is pressed
between her firm abdomen and mine as we stand hand in hand, so close
to each other. Somewhere in the dark, there is music that only the two
of us can hear, and we sway slowly to it.

I bend forward to kiss her forehead, letting my lips linger upon her
warm skin. Her hair smells like wild peaches . . . or mangoes . . .
I've never been good with fruits, but she smells sweet. I didn't use
her shampoo in the shower because . . . I was busy with . . . um . .
.other thing, but it is probably to cover the smell of six dead
cowdroids and two dead farmers.

"I want to make love to you. I have wanted to for years," I whisper,
slowly walking in perfect time with her toward the dresser. I release
her hands from mine and lift her so she is sitting on the edge of the
Kennedy-era piece of furniture, her legs circling around my waist,
drawing me in.

"How long have you wanted to make love to me?" she asks coyly. Little
Miss Einstein can be coy. Who would have ever thought it?

"Would you believe me if I said I've wanted this since the first day
you walked in, reached out your hand and started spouting pure science
and reason at me"? I ask, telling her the truth. I'm only human after
all. What man, upon hearing he is going to be assigned a female
partner, doesn't wonder if she's going to be hot.

"No, I wouldn't believe you, Mulder," she says, leaning her head back
against the old mirror behind us. I can tell she is thinking about
that day, playing the moment that changed everything over and over in
her mind. "I couldn't even put together an outfit that matched."

"Yes, it was before you discovered the basic tenet that black always
matches black -- but trust me, you were hot," I say, stroking my erect
cock against her wet folds until I find the right spot. She lifts her
head up off that mirror, all thoughts of the past gone. I thrust up
against her one more time, so warm and so wet, and I can't wait to be
inside.

"You weren't so bad yourself . . . those glasses. You should have
never taken them off, Mulder. With those on . . .oh, yeah . . . I
would have done you years ago," she says, moaning as I hit the right
spot one more time.

"I will just have to find them," I say, wondering where in the hell
they might be. If they will get her into bed over and over, I'll
staple them to my head.

Scully adjusts herself just a little and with one quick stroke, I
nudge my way into her body. She lets out a quick huff of air and if I
didn't believe in heaven before, I might have to start now. She is hot
and tight as I edge in more, going in as slow as I can without going
insane. I've done that once this calendar year and this time the
results might not be so pleasant.

Her hands are on my shoulders and I can feel her nails into my flesh,
so I ease up on my force of penetration.

"Are you okay?" I ask, allowing her body to adjust to mine. I know in
my heart of hearts that it hasn't been as long for her as it has been
for me, but anatomy is anatomy. She shuts her eyes briefly and nods
her head 'yes' but I don't want to pressure her. "We can stop."

"I'm fine. It's been a while," she says, opening her crystal eyes and
looking at me again. As if to prove the truth behind what she is
saying, she bucks her hips in my direction, urging me on. "I want this
more than you can imagine."

I wrap my hands around her tiny waist as she locks her ankles tighter
around my back, holding me with living ropes. That is when I notice I
can watch myself in the mirror. I can act like I'm watching her but
really be looking at myself while fucking. Oh, this is too good.

Scully now seems to be focused on where our bodies are joined,
watching me slip in and out of her with increasing speed. She'll never
notice that I'm watching me and not her. I am barely aware that her
one hand has left my shoulder and is now between us, circling around
her clit like a little airplane circling a landing strip. Now I am
truly torn. Watch me or watch Scully get herself off. It is a tough
decision . . .

"Mulder?" Scully asks, her voice sharp. The hand that isn't touching
herself is adjusting the position of my face so I'm looking directly
at her.

"Hmm?" I ask, understandable speech quite a thing of the past by this
point.

"Look at me, Mulder," she demands, not letting my face go. Damn. I get
to have sex for the first time in half a decade and I can't even watch
myself doing it. How am I ever going to believe it happened if I can't
see it?

"Okay," I say, and she finally releases me from her death grip. As if
in warning, that hand rests on my shoulder, her nails precariously
close to sinking in too deep.

The world seems to be a sudden blur of sensations. I can't separate
the tornado siren from the thunder anymore as we continue to band into
each other. Lightning flashes, but I'm not sure if it is in the sky or
the fields of my mind. Since it lights up Scully's face, it must be
the sky.

Scully rocks beneath me, changing her position so she can access
herself better. I finally look away from her face and down to see what
she is doing. A sudden burst of white light flashes across the room
and it shows me one thing. Scully is not a natural redhead. Oh, who
the hell cares at this point. But it also shows me she's a woman who
knows how to take care of herself.

With the intensity and vigor of an unexpected hurricane roaring up the
coast, Scully comes underneath me, both her hands flying up to my
shoulders and her nails really digging in this time. Her muscles quake
around me, constricting and pulling me in. It takes everything I've
got not to come with her, but I want to watch her this time. Not that
we have a hell of a lot of light, but we have enough. Her eyes slam
shut and her mouth forms an O of pleasured delight. I stop moving just
to enjoy the show.

She opens one eye to look at me.

"If I'm not mistaken, the score is now 3 to 1," I say with a smile,
pushing into her gently.

"But who's counting, right?" she asks, trying to catch her breath.

"Oh, but someone has to count," I add, thrusting harder again, knowing
we are going to be at 3 to 2 in just a few seconds.

She allows me to slam into her with everything I've got and before I
know it, my world turns into a blinding bright ball of light. I come
into her body . . . again . . . releasing everything I've got until
there's nothing left. And as bright as it all was a second ago is how
dark it is now.

I pull out of her, everything wet and still pulsing and thrumming. I
rest my head upon her breasts, listening to heart pound. She wraps me
in her arms and everything is right now. Nothing could go wrong.

Gentle, wet drops fall down upon the back of my neck and slip across
my face.

Scully is crying?

"Scully, what's the matter . . . "

*Ka-thlump*

Well, that certainly wasn't the gentle shedding of a tear drop by a
new lover.

No, that was wet, moldy plaster.

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Continued in part 4