Title: Bed and Breakfast 2 - Mulder's Turn Author: Tess E-mail: tnv099@aol.com Category: V, R Keywords: MSR Rating: NC-17 Spoilers: Not one Disclaimer: The characters of Mulder and Scully are the property of 1013, CC and Fox. This is just for my fun. And hopefully the readers. Author's notes: A sequel to Bed and Breakfast by David Stoddard-Hunt, this story has been sanctioned by David. The original story was part of the 100 lines of punishment inflicted by the IWTB list on certain unruly members. My sequel goes WAY over the 100 line criteria; however, as I am not being punished, I felt that I had some leeway here. You should read David's virgin foray into erotica first. You can find it at Ephemeral: http://ephemeralfic.org/stories/3/967761824.html Bed and Breakfast 2 - Mulder's Turn Author: Tess With only the brush of his cheek and the whisper of his breath over me, Mulder brought me trembling to the brink of ecstasy. But somehow it was the knowledge that he was as painfully aroused as I that pushed me tumbling madly over the edge. I do believe that bikini waxes are a thing of the past for me. They can't begin to compare. Our shared soak in that beautiful, huge tub pushed us perilously close to checkout time - so close, in fact, that the looming specter of a frenzied packing almost leeched away the relaxed post-orgasmic satiation I was enjoying; threatening to undo all of Mulder's hard work. I couldn't have that. We needed to revise the plan. I managed to get a very lethargic Mulder out of the bathtub and into the bedroom. I quickly dried off and grabbed a pair of shorts and a T- shirt from an open drawer and tugged them over my still damp body. "I'll be right back," I told him as I stuffed my feet into a pair of canvas sneakers. "I need to get something from downstairs." I snatched the heavy brass room key from the cherry wood desk near the door and hurried down the hallway. At the bottom of the staircase I turned to the left and found the proprietress of the B&B fussing with a magnificent arrangement of fresh flowers. "Ms. Scully," she smiled as I approached her. "I hope you and Mr. Mulder have enjoyed your stay with us," she said. She looked toward the grandfather clock standing tall in one corner of the foyer. "I'm afraid you've missed breakfast," she said regretfully. I smiled and shook my head. "Oh, that's fine, Mrs. Evans," I said, waving one hand dismissively. She smiled and raised her eyebrows expectantly. "Was there something you needed?" she asked as she put the finishing touches on the arrangement of flowers. I leaned forward to inhale the heady perfume of the beautiful display and then looked up at her hopefully. "Actually, there is." ********* When I returned to the room a few minutes later, Mulder was lying on his back, stretched diagonally across the rumpled covers. His chest was rising and falling in slow, even breaths and I stopped alongside the bed, content for a moment simply to watch him sleep. Kicking off my sneakers, I crawled onto the bed and up his body, straddling his hips between my legs. "Hey," I whispered, as I braced the palms of my hands on either side of his head. "Mulder," I called softly. "Wake up." I lowered my head and brushed my lips over his mouth briefly. Mulder stirred and sighed, stretching his lean body beneath mine. His hands settled on my hips and he slid one beneath the hem of my shirt. His fingers skimmed along my side and he cupped one of my breasts in the warm palm of his hand, while the hand still curled around my hip pulled me forward. He pushed my T-shirt out of the way and lifted his head to capture the tip of my breast between his lips. Gasping, I collapsed onto my elbows, threading my fingers through his damp hair. "Mulder?" I whispered his name softly in his ear. "Hmmm?" His reply was a vibration against my sensitive flesh. "How would you feel about a slight change in plans?" He rolled his head on the pillow and transferred his attentions to my other breast. I licked my lips and tried to focus on the conversation I was attempting to have with him, but it's difficult for me to multi-task when his hands and lips are on my body. "Mulder?" "What Scully?" His voice was muffled and just a little peeved at the interruption. I sighed at his impatience. "I just wanted to tell you that I made arrangements with Mrs. Evans for us to stay here one more night," I told him. That got his attention. His mouth slipped away from my breast. I leaned my forehead against his and watched a tiny smile bloom on his full lips. "Good idea," he complimented. "We can drive down the coast tomorrow instead." I nodded and a smile to match his curved my lips when he began to push my T-shirt out of the way again. I moaned softly as his tongue curled around my nipple and was beginning to think that it might not be a bad idea to spend the rest of the day locked in this room, despite the glorious weather, when there was a discreet tapping on the door. I scrambled off the bed and tugged my T-shirt down and Mulder pulled the sheet over his lean hips. Hurrying across the room, I opened the door a few inches, keeping Mulder's nearly naked form out of sight. "I'm terribly sorry that you missed breakfast." Mrs. Evans was standing in the hallway with a regretful expression on her face. "I thought perhaps you and Mr. Mulder would like to explore the dunes... it's such a marvelous day," she smiled. "I'd be happy to pack a picnic lunch for you to take along," she offered. "That's a lovely offer Mrs. Evans, but we wouldn't want to put you to any trouble..." The proprietress of the B&B held up one hand and shook her head. "It's no trouble at all," she declared. "And it would make me feel better. After all, the price of the room does include a meal!" I started to protest again, but fell back under her good- natured expression. "We'd like that," I said. "Thank you." She nodded and turned away from the door. "Stop by the kitchen on your way out," she said. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" she asked. "No, Mrs. Evans. Thank you for asking." She waved and made her way toward the staircase. "But we can take care of it from here," I murmured as I closed the door and leaned against it for a moment, taking pleasure in the sight of Mulder once again stretched out across the bed before crossing the room to crawl back in beside him. "Take care of what?" Mulder asked as his lips trailed in a heated path along the line of my jaw. I slid my hand beneath the sheets pooled over his hips and closed my fingers around him, drawing a groaning sigh from his throat. "This," I whispered against his lips. *********** We strolled through the lengthening shadows of the setting sun to a lovely seafood restaurant recommended to us by Mrs. Evans and her husband. We followed the hostess across the dining room and I slipped into the chair that Mulder gallantly held out for me. Our table was by the window and overlooked the bay. From our seats we could watch the seagulls swoop down and pluck their dinners from the water. Mulder and I didn't hold hands across the table or play with our feet beneath the cover of the heavy linen tablecloth. Not because we were afraid that someone would see us, but because that wasn't how we did things. But Mulder's expressive eyes and low-timbered voice spoke volumes to me of his love. And the smile wreathing my face and my relaxed posture told him that he made me happier than I had ever been in my life. Over bites of succulent scallops and lobster dripping with butter, we talked about everything and nothing as the sun sank below the horizon in a burst of color and light. After dinner we walked back toward our B&B. Along the way we peeked into the different stores lining the piers and stopped for a drink. Mulder was leaning against the railing of the outdoor bar; he watched the boats as they bobbed gently in the harbor and I sipped my drink, content to watch him. He lifted his beer, wrapping his lips around the mouth of the bottle and the bare skin of his throat, exposed when he tilted his head back to drink, suddenly fascinated me. I set my drink down and reached for his, pulling the cold bottle out of his hand. "Ready?" I asked as I set the bottle down next to my abandoned drink. Mulder looked at me in surprise and I watched comprehension dawn on his face when I laid one of my hands on his chest and lifted hopeful eyes to his. "Ready," he assented. We hurried back and were reaching for each other before the door to our room had shut. Mulder's mouth closed over mine, hot and possessive, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, stretching up on my toes, eagerly meeting him halfway. I felt his fingers fumbling with the buttons of my sweater and pulled away from the heated kiss. "Wait," I said, as I slid my hands from his shoulders. I thought of the way Mulder had made love to me this morning and I wanted to return the favor. I wanted to focus my attentions on him and if I managed to fulfill a fantasy of mine own at the same time... "I want to make love to you," I whispered, clutching his biceps tightly. Mulder nodded and dipped his head toward me again, crowding me against the heavy wooden door. "No!" I pushed my palms against his chest. "I said that I want to make love to you." I looked up to meet his confused gaze and leaned my weight against his chest. "Will you let me?" I asked. "Will you give me that control?" Mulder's eyes darkened as my words caused his pupils to expand. I held my hands out, palms facing up, and he placed his fingers in mine. Walking across the carpeted floor, I led him to the center of our room. "Wait here," I ordered softly. Turning to the armoire nestled in one corner of the room, I dug through my lingerie and pulled out a silk scarf that I had brought to keep my hair from being whipped into a tangled mess on the beach. I turned back to where Mulder was waiting and held the scarf out. I stepped close enough so that my breasts were pressed against his chest and lifted the scarf to lightly cover his eyes. His entire frame tightened with surprise and, I think, excitement. "May I?" I asked for his permission. Mulder nodded and hesitantly leaned forward so that I could fasten the silk into a knot behind his head. I caught his face between my hands and pressed my lips to his, nibbling gently on his bottom lip before sliding my tongue into his mouth. "I want you to taste my kisses," I murmured against his mouth. I wrapped my arms around him and drew his head down to my shoulder. "I want you to smell my perfume." He nestled his face against my neck and lightly suckled the sensitive flesh covering my collarbone. I turned my head and drew his earlobe between my lips. "I want you to hear my voice and know that it's me making love to you," I whispered against his ear. My hands swept down his torso and I fondled him gently through the lightweight cotton of his khakis. "I want you to feel my hands on you." A shudder rippled through his body and he swayed forward on his toes, his mouth blindly seeking mine. Once again I twined my arms around his neck and drew him to me. Breaking away from our kiss, I took one step back, creating a few inches of space between our bodies. "Wrap your hands around mine," I said, holding my hands out to him. He curled his palms over the backs of my hands. I raised our joined hands to the bottom button of my sweater and slipped it from its tiny hole. Slowly, I pulled each button open and together we pushed the sweater from my shoulders. I saw Mulder's head tilt slightly to one side as he listened to the sound of the sweater falling to the floor with a soft swish. Our fingers were still resting on my shoulders and I slid them down over my breasts where they swelled above the demi-cups of my bra, leading his fingers to the tiny plastic clasp. Again, I watched him listen as I shrugged out of the lacy underwear. I slipped one of my hands under the weight of my breast and spread my fingers wide so that the tips of his fingers brushed against my soft flesh. I lifted my other hand and closed my lips over his fingers and mine, painting them with my tongue before leading our wet fingers to my other breast to lightly play with the nipple. "I've loved you for a long time," I told him as I once again pressed my body against his. I slipped my hands free and he banded his arms around my waist, hauling me onto my toes. I threaded my fingers into his hair, playing with the knotted ends of the scarf. "But I've wanted you forever," I admitted, sealing the confession with a fevered kiss. "Unzip my skirt," I said huskily, gently biting the tendon that ran down his neck. His fingers sought the tiny tab at the small of my back and slid it slowly down its track. His hands moved back to my waist and the silky material slithered down my legs to pool around my feet. I stepped out of my high-heeled sandals. "Now the rest," I whispered against his chest. I shivered when I felt his thumbs hook into the elastic waistband of my underwear. He tugged them over my thighs, sliding down to crouch in front of me. I braced my hands on his shoulders and stepped out of the remainder of my clothes. Mulder tossed the scrap of lace onto the floor. Naked except for the delicate gold bracelet around my ankle - a gift from Mulder to commemorate our first vacation together - and the pale pink polish adorning my toes, I almost lost my balance when I saw his chest expand as he inhaled deeply and swayed toward me. For the second time that day, I felt the heat of his breath and a wave of excitement washed over me. I widened my stance and knotted my fingers in his hair, ready to succumb to the pleasures I knew awaited me, when I remembered that I was supposed to be seducing him. "Come back up here." I pulled his shoulders until he was once again standing before me. I pressed my naked skin against his fully clothed body and felt his hands clench around the backs of my legs, pulling me tightly against him, grinding his erection into the soft skin of my stomach. "Not yet," I whispered against his throat. "Can you wait?" I asked. Mulder swallowed hard and I felt his Adam's apple bob against my mouth. "Yes," he hissed. "I can wait." He blew out a long, slow breath and dropped his hands from my legs waiting for me to make the next move, returning control of our lovemaking to me. I lifted my hands to the buttons of his shirt and the room became heavy with the sounds of seduction. The distant roar of the waves rushing onto the shoreline played in counterpoint to the soft, romantic tune of a piano filtering up the stairs from the parlor below. I tugged his shirt free of his pants and unfastened the last button. Parting the edges of his shirt, I pressed my lips against his neck, dipping my tongue daintily into the hollow at the base of his throat. I pressed my bare breasts against his now naked chest and our twin groans of pleasure resonated in the darkness surrounding us. My hands slid down his chest to his lightly muscled stomach and I rasped the flat of my tongue along the sparse line of hair bisecting his pectorals. I stepped back, again allowing a few inches of space between our bodies and began to walk around him, trailing my fingers across his chest, over his shoulder and down the column of his spine. Mulder's head turned from side to side as he blindly tracked my movements. Standing behind him, I ran my fingers down his arms. This time covering the backs of his hands with my own, I urged his fingers to his belt buckle. Together, we unfastened it and the belt parted with a clinking noise. I rested my hot cheek against the smooth skin of Mulder's back and guided his hands to the closure of his trousers. The button slipped free with a tiny pop of sound and the zipper hissed on its downward slide. The rustle of Mulder's trousers and boxers falling to the floor was lost in the harsh cry torn from his throat as I guided our hands around his straining penis. "God!" His hips bucked helplessly forward into the dual clasp of our hands. I released his other hand and wrapped my arm around his waist, pressing my palm flat against the quivering muscles of his abdomen. Mulder reached back with his free hand and his fingers clenched almost painfully around my thigh. I leaned my forehead against the satiny skin of his back. Closing my eyes, I listened to the rhythms of our lovemaking - the soft, wet sound of my mouth moving over Mulder's back; the muted whimpers of pleasure escaping his lips; the harsh panting of our breath in the stillness of the room. Mulder's head dropped forward and he pulled my hand away from his stomach. "Scully... please," he begged as he pressed his lips into the palm of my hand. It was time. I nodded against his back and let my hands fall from his body. He turned and I curled my hands over his narrow hips. Leading him to the bed, I lay down across the mattress. I opened my legs and drew him down to cover me; giving him the dominant position, knowing that together we would control the pace. Mulder propped himself up above me on his elbows and lifted hesitant fingers to the scarf. "Scully?" He was poised to enter me and I wanted to see his eyes. As I tore the scarf from his face, he pushed forward, plunging into me in one long, smooth stroke. We resumed our wordless lovemaking - the liquid slide and pull of our bodies; the soft groans of mutual pleasure; the wet kisses and the creaking bed frame saying everything there was to say. Long moments later, with the memory of his voice calling my name in a gasping moan still echoing in my ear, I slipped from beneath his crushing weight. Tugging the sheet over our sweaty bodies, I rested against his heaving chest, faint pulses of pleasure still wracking my quivering body. Tomorrow we will leave this place and drive a littler further down the coast to Cape Hatteras. We still have five days left to our vacation. Five more days without the distraction of work or family or other outside forces to be spent solely on the focus of one another. Five more days of paradise. The End Many thanks to David, not only for writing the original but for his beta work on this story; his friendship and insight on how the male mind works in the world of erotica and, as always, to Char Chaffin. She has, as many of you know, become the dearest of friends to me. I've written this story and am patiently awaiting her return from vacation so that I can post it with her blessing. And last, but not least, my thanks to Aly, without whom my stories would be homeless. Feedback is always gratefully accepted at tnv099@aol.com This and all of my other stories can be found at http://www.envy.nu/tessfiles