Magic Shell: at the Movies By Ravenwald Disclaimer: if he let his Mulder and Scully have some fun once in a while, we wouldn't have to be writing this stuff! Author's note: at end. Author's Disclaimer: This very loosely based collection of stories started out as a challenge and very quickly got out of hand. ===== Magic Shell #6: At the Movies by Ravenwald ===== "Are you sure you're up to this? I mean there are some pretty high standards to live up to in these things." "Scully, of course I'm sure... I picked out one of my particular favorites. You have no idea how many times I dreamt of doing this with you, Scully." He got up and put one of the videos that were not his into the machine. It was already cued to his favorite scene. Scully watched in fascination as the two people on the TV screen 'got it on'. She watched in fascination and then, in growing horror as she recognized one of the actors. (*It *can't* be!*) "Wouldn't you like to be with them, Scully," he whispers softly in her ear. She had been so distracted by the actor on the screen that he had crept up behind her. His hand come around to knead her breasts, just as the actor was doing to his on-screen partner." "No, Mulder, we are *not* going to reenact this!" "But. Scully, you promised!" "No, no, no, no and no. I promised that we'd reenact one of the scenes from one of those movies that aren't yours, but not this one... " "But, it isn't anything kinky or anything. It's just straight sex!" "Believe me, Mulder, for me it would be kinky, not to mention that it's got to be illegal or something! Now take that tape out and pick out another scene or I'm leaving." Puzzled by both her comment and his reaction, he went over to the VCR and ejected the tape. He went to put it back in the box but was forestalled by his partner who held out her hand impatiently. It was his turn to watch in horror as one of his favorite tapes, 'Red-Heads in Lust' was pulled from the cassette and deposited in her purse for later, more permanent disposal. "Scully! Why did you do that?" he whined. "That *was* one of my favorites!" She just looked at him with one raised eyebrow and he quieted. Obediently, he chose another tape, but not before Scully inspected the box. "Are you sure?" she queried... "Yeah, it has my *second* favorite scene in it," he told her, a faint whine in his voice. "Oh, all right," Scully sighed and settled herself on the arm of the couch and Mulder knelt down in front of her. "You see, we're perfect together... you knew exactly what scene I'd choose." (*So, Scully watches porn films!*) he thought to himself as he decided where to feast first. "Shut up, Mulder and get busy," she warned, blushing, as she spread her legs, hooking the left one over the back of the couch, leaving the right to dangle down in front of her. (*God, this has got to be the most uncomfortable position...*) His warm hands made their way slowly up her legs, rubbing small circles as he went, massaging away the tensions of the day. When he got to her knees, he bent and followed the path his fingers were taking, placing moist kisses along the length of her right thigh. Working his way up, he edged up her skirt and was shocked to see she was wearing nothing under it. He preferred ripping her panties off of her. It lent something to the encounter. (*I wonder if that's a subtle hint for me to buy her some panties, maybe she was just tired of having to replace it herself. I have destroyed quite a few sets!*) Resolving to stop at Victoria's Secret the very next day after work, he continued the path he had chosen up her thigh until he reached her moist curls. "Mmmmm. My favorite flavor..." "I thought you said your favorite flavor was when you dribbled Magic Shell on me?" she teased, her breath going short as he circled her clit with his oh-so-talented tongue. "You're always my favorite flavor..." he responded, his voice muffled. "I just like you chocolate-coated sometimes!" He used his fingers to spread her folds. Her breath caught when he ran his finger gently around her entrance. "Yesssssss!" she hissed when his finger slipped inside. He added another, and they scissored inside her. Her back arched stiffly as he hit one particular spot. "Again! Do that again! Now!" Following orders, he stroked her in time to some primal rhythm he felt through his connection with Scully. Her body stiffened in orgasm, her right leg finding its way around his neck and pulling him closer to her as he bit down softly on her clit prolonging her climax. "Now, in me now!" All thought of reenacting the movie gone out of her head in her need for Mulder. He laughed softly as he stood up, stretching. (*I have to remember a pillow the next time!*) he thought, wincing as his knees cracked from their time on the hardwood floor. He stared down at her as she turned over, her ass sticking in the air! "I said *now*!" "This isn't going to work. I'm too tall, or the couch arm is too low," he commented studying the logistics of the problem. "The only way I could take you from this angle is up the ass and I refuse to do that to you! Besides, I want to see your face when you come." "You always see my face when I come; I want it different this time..." she answered as she got up off the couch and knelt down on all fours. Seeing that she was not do be dissuaded, he did the only thing he could think of. She squealed as he scooped her up around her waist and carried her, under one arm, into the bedroom. Before he dropped her onto the bed, he swatted her once across her tempting little ass. "Mulder!" He just stood there, laughing briefly at her outrage. The look of warning on her face had him quickly disposing of his clothes and hers in turn. Crawling up behind her on the bed, he sat back on his heels and pulled her up against him, his cock nestling in the warm crack of her ass. Pumping himself against her, one hand went up to cradle a breast, while the other wandered down her body until he found what he was searching for. Pinching her clit sharply between two fingers, he held her tight as she squirmed against him. "God damn it, Mulder, fuck me! And do it now!" she warned. Knowing that she was again close to coming, he pushed her forward to fall on hands and knees. He came up behind her and slowly, ever so slowly, he sheathed himself in her. He clenched his fingers around the base of his cock as he felt her ripple around him as she came. He wanted this to last. She had never been so uninhibited, so willing to tell him what she wanted. "Move!" "Wait a minute, or this will be over right now!" he told her through clenched teeth as the last of her orgasm faded. Dropping his arm from her breast to around her waist, he pulled them up straight, sitting back on his heels. Scully gasped as his cock drove deeper into her, this angle exciting her even more. "I said, move!" He started to drive into her in short, sharp strokes, pressing deeper and deeper into her. He was determined to bring her with him when he came so he snaked his hand down to reach her clit and she stopped him. "No, I'm close... just... harder, do it harder," she pleaded, writhing against him. "Well, you move, too, then," he told her and began shoving her away from him as he withdrew then pulled her hard against him as he continued to drive into her. Picking up his rhythm, Scully began to post on her knees in counterpoint to his movement. He brought his arms around her to hold her to him and she grabbed his arms and wrapped them tight around her as she slammed back against him one last time, screaming "Mulder!" as she came. Pulling her even tighter against him, he sighed "Scully," in her ear as he finally allowed himself release. She slumped back against him, causing him to topple over onto his side. Twisting around, she threaded her fingers though his hair as she pulled herself down onto him and kissed him fervently, tongue thrusting into his mouth. She finally released him and sighed. "Next time, we get to do one of my favorite scenes." "Fine, just so it isn't from 'The Sound of Music'." She giggled. "Not likely," she told him. He pulled the comforter up over them and they settled in for a little after-sex snuggling. Later that night, after Scully got home, she made a phone call. It rang for several minutes before it was finally answered on the other end. "Hello?" A sleepy voice answered. "Charlie, you better have a damned good explanation why you didn't warn me why you're making porn movies!" Author's note: I'm sorry, but there has to be *some* reason why we never see Charlie... I refuse to believe (as Wylfcynne does) that he was Scully's imaginary playmate! - Raven