Title: By Hand Author: SueBee Feedback: SueBeePhile@aol.com Summary: Sweeter stimulation Rating: NC-17...I made myself blush on this one. Classification: MSR, V, telephone smut Spoilers: Up through Per Manum Archive: Yes Disclaimer: They're not mine, but they're a lot happier after what I let them do. Author's notes: If you like this vignette, please visit my other fanfiction at Visit SueBee's X-Files Fanfiction http://www.crosswinds.net/~suebeephile/ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wineglass in hand, Scully waited by the telephone, nervously anticipating the news that Mulder had completed his donation. She still couldn't believe he agreed to do this for her. A strong gulp of wine and two rings later, she answered the phone. "Scully." "Scully, it's me." "Where are you, Mulder?" "I'm at Dr. Parenti's office." "Is there a problem?" "You could say that." "What is it? What's wrong?" "I don't know how to say this, but I... I can't get inspired." "I thought you were a pro, Mulder." "Fluorescent lights and white walls aren't exactly stimulating, Scully." "Mulder, don't they provide, uh, reading material?" She tried to keep the humor and embarrassment out of her voice. "Yes, and it still isn't working. This has a little more pressure to it...and have you seen the size of these plastic cups?" "Just relax. It's a perfectly natural procedure. Try to imagine something sexy and let things come naturally, so to speak." "Scully?" "Yes?" "What are you wearing?" "Clothes, why?" "Help me out a little here." "Are you kidding?" "Scully, I don't want to be here all day. I'm afraid that mean nurse with the big hands might offer to help me soon." Fleeting images of Large Marge entered her mind. "What do you want me to do?" "Inspire me." Her voice delved a touch lower than usual. "How?" She walked around her living room closing the blinds as if to shut out any peering eyes. Scully knew what he wanted. The darkness of the room made her feel safe, even if she and Mulder were about to cross another dangerous, yet invisible line. "Talk to me." "I am talking to you, Mulder, and I don't think it's helping any." Mulder's voice was a hushed whisper. "Talk to me, Scully. I'm going to close my eyes and all I want to hear is the sound of your voice. Scully?" She blamed it on the wine, but she knew better. She wanted this. "Where are you, Scully?" Her voice caught a little and then, "I'm in my living room, sitting on the couch." "You closed the blinds, didn't you?" She sat up a little. "Yes, how did you...?" "Do you like it dark, Scully?" "Sometimes...most of the time, I don't know." "Are you afraid of being seen or are you afraid of looking?" Her breath caught in her throat. How did he know these things? "Mulder, I don't think..." "Scully, I'd let you look. It's about time you did. Would you want to watch me?" "Yes." Where did that come from? Now what? Mulder paused for a moment. "You know I think of you, don't you? I wait until I can't stand it anymore and then I stroke myself with thoughts of you stained on my imagination. Scully, I've even memorized your scent." His voice swirled around her and squeezed until she felt the rush of heat tingle toward her toes. Her heart sped up a fraction but she didn't want to stop. "Mulder?" "Right here, Scully." "I think of you too." "Do you touch yourself and think of me?" "Yes." The thrill of the confession almost scared her. "What do you think about, Scully? Do you imagine my hands on you?" "Yes." Her voice dissipated to a throaty whisper. "Sometimes, I wish you would walk through that door and take the ache away." His breathing had turned into slow, controlled pants. "Mulder, I wish I could touch you right now. For so long, I've wanted to feel you in my hands. I wonder how long it would take for you to harden against my fingers. Are you hard now, Mulder?" "Yes." "Is it for me, Mulder?" "Yes. Tell me what you want me to do. What could I do to take that ache away?" Thinking of having that effect on Mulder was making her incredibly wet. "What's your fantasy, Scully?" "Sometimes, I wish you could just read my mind." Embarrassment was creeping in. "What secrets do you keep in there? Do you wish I would peel away those satin pajamas you wear every night? I do. I want to see you lose control. Lose control for me, Scully." "Mulder..." "You're safe with me, always. Do you trust me?" "Only you." "Unbutton your shirt. Think of me pulling away button after button. I love how smooth your skin is. I want to run my tongue from the base of your throat to the hollow above each collar bone." Her fingers gingerly traced along the same path. A deep sensation of heat followed. "Are you wearing satin or lace?" "Lace." "Take it off, Scully." His breathing was more labored. The sound of it in her ear was so amazingly visceral, her eyes closed and her neck arched. "Your breasts are perfect. Tell me how they feel." She haltingly traced her hand over her chest but pulled away quickly, only to move back again. "They feel warm, soft..." "I bet they would fit perfectly in my hands." She gave herself an unconscious squeeze and pressed her legs together. "I want your hands on me. Please, Mulder." "Unzip your pants." "What?" "Are you wet?" "Yes...I am." "Do it for me, let me feel your heat." Her hand slipped beneath her panties to feel the pooling moisture. She traced her fingers around the wetness to feel the sweet electric surge that pulsed through her when she touched her clitoris. Scully gasped. "I want to taste you, Scully. I want to breathe you in and feel you come. Do you do it quietly or do you yell?" "I don't, don't know." Her fingers rubbed rhythmically, circling but not quite touching where she needed it the most. "Let me hear you. I'm going to come, Scully, and it's all for you." Another gasp broke free, unbidden. "Do it, Scully, let go, come for me." She stroked herself, spreading moisture over her clitoris, circling faster and faster. "Oh, my God...Mulder..." Scully arched back as the contractions overtook her. "That's it, Scully...yes, now." "Oh, God!" "I'm coming Scully...oh...god...I'm with you." There were no more words as they rode out the climax. Harsh breaths and sighs took over any language available. Soon things quieted...and the niggling fear of what to do now crept in. "Scully?" "I'm here, Mulder." "That was unbelievable." She pulled the sides of her blouse together, feeling foolishly modest. "Yes, yes it was." "Scully?" "Yes, Mulder?" "Don't you dare move. I'll be there in an hour." "What about Dr. Parenti?" "He doesn't do anything for me. " "Mulder?" "Yes?" "Hurry." They both grinned at their respective telephones. THE END or maybe it's the beginning.... More author's notes: Thanks to anya for the story idea! Thanks to Foo for the advice. Sometimes less is more.