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TITLE: Extremes
AUTHOR: Lysistrata (lysistrata@mindspring.com)
DISTRIBUTION: Ask first.
RATED: *NC-17*
CONTENT WARNING: Graphic sexual content of a somewhat kinky nature
CATEGORY: SR
KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully Romance (pre-existing)
SPOILERS: None
SUMMARY: Scully makes an unusual request.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: My only comment is to say that this story was 90
percent finished BEFORE the ATXC thread that included the topic
appeared ...
THANKS: To Lysandra, for the beta. You may be a skanky ho, but you
can edit. ;)
DISCLAIMER: I don't think anyone *else* would want it ...

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Extreme
by Lysistrata


I think I shocked him a little when I finally worked up the courage
to suggest it.

We were spooned together under the soft warmth of my comforter,
drowsy with the afterglow of an evening of long, slow lovemaking.
Mulder was apt to fall asleep minutes after sex anyway, and this
session had been so completely fulfilling and relaxing that I was
on the verge of dozing myself.

But it was on my mind, and my tongue -- loosened in post-coital
bliss -- let it out.

"Mulder," I murmured.

"Mmm?" he questioned drowsily, his warm breath brushing my ear.

"I want to try something ... different," I said, slowly, my voice
low to match the intimacy of the moment.

I could almost hear his leer -- only halfhearted due to languor,
but there nonetheless. "There's not a whole lot left, Scully," he
whispered.

I half-smiled. Yes, in six months' time we had obliterated every
previous sexual relationship I'd had, and likely all of his, with
our variety and stamina. Interestingly, we'd discovered we each 
had a copy of the Kama Sutra -- the classic translation, his
slightly more used than mine -- and we had taken it upon ourselves
to at least attempt every one of the major positions. We were
nearly finished already, and while not all had been complete
successes -- and a few attempts had ended with us in gales of
uncontrollable laughter -- more than one had earned repeat
performances.

But this one was only very briefly mentioned in the book, and we
hadn't brought it up at all.

"It's a little ... well, extreme," I said, a little hesitant. I
knew that, barring some unknown barrier in the depths of his past,
he'd be willing to try anything I could suggest. And while this
*was* extreme, and probably not anything he'd expect from me, it
was something I'd wanted to try for some time now but had never
before felt comfortable enough to do.

"Oooo, you're turning me on," Mulder joked, pressing his lips
against the side of my neck. He tightened his arm where it lay
across my waist, pulling my bare ass more firmly against his groin.

Unfortunately, his body couldn't live up to his words. He'd shown
amazing stamina for a man nearing forty -- hell, he outdid a lot 
of 19-year-olds -- but three times in the last eight hours was it
for him. And for me, truth be told; that last session had lasted 
a very long time, and anything more would likely leave me too sore
to sit by tomorrow.

But I used his action to illustrate what I was trying to tell him, 
pushing back against his hips. "You've got the right idea, at
least," I said, still not quite able to come out and say what I
wanted.

He chuckled. "Scully, I think we've been there," he said. "In fact,
we were there the very first night, and we visited again about, 
oh, three hours go, I believe. With many, many stops in between."

I shook my head slightly. "No, not exactly *there*," I said. "But
you're close."

I felt his jaw touch my shoulder as he opened his mouth to speak
again, but nothing came out, and I didn't need to see his face to
know his expression. Confusion first, very briefly, and then
realization -- a short jerk of his entire body telegraphed that.
Blind shock followed, which explained the long silence and the 
fact that his jaw was still touching my shoulder.

"Close your mouth, Mulder," I said, and he complied immediately.
More silence followed, and then I heard him swallow, hard.

"You mean ..." His voice trailed off, but it was enough; he
definitely knew.

"Yes, Mulder," I said. "I may hate it -- *we* may hate it -- but
I'd like to try it sometime." I paused, suddenly wondering if I'd
hit a land mine. "If you would, that is," I added quickly.

He seemed to shake himself out of his stupor then and leaned
forward to kiss the same spot on the side of my neck. "Sure,
Scully," he said, his voice still a little shaky. "Just let me
know."

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I left him a note Friday afternoon.

It had been two weeks since our oblique bedtime discussion, and
we'd had sex just twice in the interim. The last was six days
before, early on Sunday morning, and we'd barely finished when the
phone rang, calling us back into a serial murder case we thought
we'd wrapped up the night before. As it turned out, we had; the 
new body had been the work of a copycat.

The effect was the same, however -- two gruesome cases back-to-back.
Luckily for us, the second killer was both unoriginal *and*
unlucky; his third grab, late Wednesday night, was a black belt 
in karate. When she got done with him, *he* was the one who needed
medical attention.

So we hadn't had the chance to explore my fantasy. Well, I wouldn't
call it a *fantasy*, exactly; more a curiosity, I think. I've heard
and read some discussions of anal sex, only some of them clinical,
and I was simply intrigued by the idea.

After all, it wasn't as if we hadn't ventured into the area before.
I started it, in fact, surprising him during a blow job about two
months into our sexual relationship. I worked up to it slowly,
allowing my hand to drift from his balls to his perineum first,
before venturing to his anus. He didn't flinch when I started
making tiny circles around the muscles; some men are very leery of
the idea, so if he had, I would have stopped. 

He was definitely glad I didn't, though. His orgasm, brought on by
the combination of my mouth on his cock and two of my fingers
inside him, stroking against his prostate, was both the strongest
and the loudest I'd seen and heard from him. It took him a month 
to reciprocate, and my orgasm, brought on by his talented mouth
combined with dual penetration from his fingers, was the match for
his. 

Since then, we'd both incorporated some finger penetration at various 
times, and this would be the next logical step, in my mind.
Some special considerations were needed, of course, and I had
already made preparations, buying both lubricant and condoms. We
had needed neither so far; lubrication had yet to be a problem, 
and we felt no need for protection. We knew each others' complete
medical histories, and pregnancy was no concern -- although we 
were certainly not happy about that fact.

Now I was ready to put things in motion. We'd spent all day
Thursday tying up loose ends -- again -- and then all day that 
day, Friday, on paperwork for both cases. We had a bit of a 
reprieve on some of it, though; the following Monday was a federal
holiday, so our reports technically weren't due until Tuesday 
morning.

I finished up the forms I was working on just before five, then
started shutting things down. Mulder had gone for coffee, which I
declined; he always hit the Starbucks down the street when he was
planning to work late, so I knew I had time to leave before he 
returned.

I left him a note on his computer screen, telling him I had some
errands to run but that I'd call him around seven. That, of course,
was code; I was actually saying he was due at my door then.

He hasn't been more than five minutes late since we started using
that method.

I got home a few minutes after six, heading straight to my bedroom
and stripping off my suit. I had debated the idea of using an
enema, but I know my body, and I was pretty sure it wouldn't be a
problem.

I did use the bathroom, and then washed myself carefully with soap
and warm water. I know that's not necessary, since I take care of
myself, but I try to wash beforehand whenever I can. It just makes
me feel better; maybe it's a little bit of residual Catholic
reserve.

I dressed in shorts and a loose t-shirt, going for comfortable over
sexy but forgoing underwear. I love to wear sexy lingerie
sometimes, and Mulder loves to see me in it, but we both usually
prefer to keep things casual. I changed the sheets next, pulling
out my oldest pair to be safe, and finished up by making sure the
lube, condoms, and a towel were nearby. I thought about dinner
then, for some reason -- I wasn't particularly hungry -- so I took
out a frozen stew to thaw for later in the evening.

It was nearly seven by then, and I was turning to head for the sofa
and wait when I heard a key in the lock. It had taken me four
months to convince Mulder that it was fine to use his key when I
was expecting him; I like my privacy, but there's no reason for me
to let him in when we both know it's him.

The door opened, and Mulder looked up almost immediately, catching
sight of me standing in the middle of the room. "Hey," he said 
softly, pushing the door shut behind him and throwing the deadbolt
without looking at it.

"Hey yourself," I replied, smiling. "Are you hungry?"

Slowly, he shook his head, his eyes still pinned on me. "Not for
food," he said simply, no inflection in his voice, and my smile 
widened.

"Good," I said. I started walking backward slowly, headed toward my
bedroom door. "We'll have some stew later. I have something else 
planned first."

He started toward me, moving just as slowly and deliberately,
stripping his jacket and tie as he walked and tossing both toward
the sofa. I didn't even look to see if he was on target; I was too
busy soaking up the lust in his eyes.

His shirt was unbuttoned by the time he reached my bedroom door,
and he paused long enough to drop it on a chair and kick off his 
shoes before continuing his slow advance. His pants and socks went
next, then his t-shirt, leaving him in nothing but boxers and skin.

His erection was impressive already, I noticed, when I finally
managed to pull my gaze away from his. I held up a hand and he
stopped obediently, two feet from the edge of the bed where I
stood.

I smiled, then reached for the hem of my t-shirt, gradually working 
it up my torso and over my head. I dropped it on the floor next to 
the bed, then shimmied off my shorts, never looking away from Mulder.

I stood there a long moment as he swept his fiery gaze over me, and 
finally, I spoke.

"You know what I want, Mulder," I said, my voice steady and strong. 
"If you don't like the idea, tell me now, and I'll choose something 
else."

His eyes came back to mine. "Whatever you want, Scully," he said 
hoarsely. "As long as you're sure."

I nodded. "I'm sure," I said, holding out my hand to him.

We fell onto the bed together, a tangle of arms and legs and lips,
kissing and caressing and moaning and generally having the kind of
wonderful time we do whenever we're in bed together. I considered, 
briefly, skipping this tonight and just going the straight route; 
it had, after all, been nearly a week since we'd made love.

But everything was already in place, and we were already of the 
mindset, and so I pressed on. Pulling back from a scorching kiss, 
I rubbed my body against his and looked into his dark eyes.

"I have just one request, Mulder," I said, my voice husky.

He frowned slightly. "What, Scully?" he asked, and I could almost
hear his thoughts; he probably thought I was getting cold feet.

So I smiled to reassure him. "I want to do this face-to-face," I
said, and in a burst of emotional honesty most unlike me, added, 
"I love to see your face when you come."

His eyes widened at my words. Six months hadn't brought down *all*
the walls between us; my reserved nature was too much a part of me
to allow me to speak my thoughts easily, even in the most intimate
situations. And Mulder had been burned so many times that he felt
the need to tread lightly himself. Love was wonderful, but it
wasn't a cure-all; it took a lot of hard work for us to keep our
relationship where we wanted it to be.

Mulder kissed me again then, more slowly and softly than before,
and I reveled in his gentle, worshipful movements. We *had* run
through just about the full gamut of sexual positions over the 
past six months, and that included everything from quick and 
frenzied -- well, fucks, let's face it -- to extended foreplay and 
gradual couplings, sometimes lasting as long as three hours from
start to finish. Nearly every time had been more than satisfactory
for both of us, and the vast majority were nothing short of mind-
blowing.

But I had to admit a preference for the slow-and-easy, simply
because Mulder was so good at it. His mouth and hands moved in 
slow motion across my skin, igniting every nerve ending until I 
felt as if I glowed. Maybe I did; he certainly seemed to appreciate
the results.

When Mulder finally pulled back from the kiss, he lifted himself
onto his hands and knees and shifted up on the bed. I was puzzled
for a moment, until I realized he was reaching for the pillows, 
and I understood. We'd propped up my hips with two pillows on
occasion for oral sex, to allow a better angle. This time, it 
would also provide easier and more comfortable access to my anus.

After slipping the pillows under me, Mulder paused and bent over 
me again, catching my gaze with his. "Scully," he said seriously.
"You know I've never done this before, don't you?"

I didn't until he said that, and his words made something loosen 
and relax inside my chest. I *was* nervous, I realized, smiling a
little, and I leaned up to brush my lips across his. "I know," I 
whispered. "I trust you."

He returned the smile and the kiss, then turned serious again. 
"You have to tell me if I do anything that hurts you, Scully," 
he said. "That's the last thing I want to do. If you want to stop
at any time ..."

I lifted my hand and shushed him with a finger across his lips. "I
promise, Mulder," I said.

Satisfied with my words, Mulder reached for the tube of lubricant
and the towel, both sitting on the nightstand. He dropped the 
towel to one side, then, to my surprise, slid the lube under my 
hip.

Before I could ask, he shot me a quick grin. "That'll keep it warm
while I'm otherwise occupied," he said, just before diving between
my legs with no further warning.

A moan escaped me as he set to work, using fingers and hands to
build my arousal, while I concentrated on relaxing as much as I
could, particularly my anus. I intended the action as anticipation 
of what was to come, but I was surprised to find that making an 
effort to relax was actually heightening and intensifying the
sensations he was building.
 
I was squirming by the time Mulder reached for the lube, his mouth
still moving across me. I couldn't see what he was doing, but after
a moment, I felt something warm and wet brush across my anus -- 
his middle finger. He only moved it in circles for a few seconds 
before slipping inside, gradually twisting and moving until it was
buried up to the knuckle. 

His lips and tongue continued their sweet torture as he moved his
finger in small circles, then gently thrust in and out a few 
times. He slid the finger out, his mouth still moving, and then 
worked in two fingers, twisting and crossing them slowly as the
muscles relaxed and loosened.

He spent a long time like that, pressing his tongue inside my
vagina and his fingers inside my anus, then swirling his tongue
around my clit and thrusting his fingers, gently. Then he added 
a third finger, pulling and stretching carefully. I felt no pain,
just an occasional and very slight burning sensation.

Finally I felt ready. "Now, Mulder," I said, reaching for a condom.
He slipped his fingers out and wiped them on the towel, then took 
the unwrapped condom from me and slicked it on, adding more lube 
on top. More lube went on his fingers, and he worked them back
inside me again, as I moved my hips reflexively.

I wrapped my leg around his waist and pulled him closer, and he took 
the hint. His fingers left me for a moment, and then I felt
something much larger pressing against the tiny hole.

He went very, very slowly, pausing every inch or so to allow me 
to adjust. I only felt pain twice, both short, stabbing moments 
that were gone nearly as quickly as they started. But he knew both
times, and immediately asked if I wanted to stop; each time, I 
told him no.

It took him at least two or three minutes to enter me, but he did
go all the way in; I could feel his balls resting against my ass 
cheeks. He didn't move for a moment, and I opened my eyes and 
looked at him.

His eyes were half-closed, and it took me a moment to figure out
his expression. It was almost a grimace, but not quite the grimace
of extreme pleasure I often saw; he seemed to be in pain as well. 
I almost asked if something was wrong, and then I realized what it
was -- it *was* extreme pleasure, but he was fighting to keep me 
from seeing that. He didn't want me to continue if I wasn't
comfortable.

I slid one hand from his arm to his face. "Mulder, look at me," I
said, and when he complied, I said, "I'm fine. Really. This is 
wonderful. You can ..." I cut off as he shifted his hips just 
slightly and a wave of deep, intense pleasure washed over me. 
"Oh God, *please* Mulder ... you can move. Please, that feels 
so good ..."

My voice faded off into a moan as he finally started to move, 
shifting his hips back just slightly and pushing forward again. 
His thrusts were slow and gentle, not really thrusts at all but a 
little more than just a rocking movement. The backthrusts burned 
just slightly, enough to remind me that this wasn't the usual for 
us, but everything else felt so good, so much more *intense* than 
usual, that the tiny pains only added to the pleasure.

He sped up gradually, increasing the depth and force of his thrusts 
as I loosened up around him. I dug my right heel into the mattress 
behind him and my left heel into his left ass cheek, using the 
leverage to lift my hips enough to meet his thrusts. His hands 
tightened on my hips, pulling me against him more and more quickly 
as his body started to take over for his mind.

I was close, so close, and suddenly I knew that I had to come, 
and *now*. I'd never felt that sudden urge before, and I didn't 
know if these new sensations were going to be enough to send me 
over. I also knew that if I didn't come, Mulder was likely to feel 
like the whole thing was a failure and never want to do it again.

And I definitely wanted to do this again.

So I slipped one hand down from his shoulder and brought it 
between my legs, brushing my clit. Then I realized this really 
*was* different; I could not only touch my clit, which I had done 
during intercourse many times, but also dip down into my moisture 
and spread it around, stimulate that senstive strip between my clit 
and vagina, even penetrate myself with my fingers -- all while 
being fucked, and fucked well.

Needless to say, I didn't last much longer; my orgasm surged 
through me before I even knew it was coming. It was incredibly 
intense; not so much *stronger* than orgasms I'd had before as it 
was *different*. I could usually feel my orgasms start from my clit 
and radiate outward, but this one seemed to originate from both my 
clit *and* my anus, sending two separate waves of pleasure across 
me.

With my orgasm, my body locked up tightly -- *all* of my body. 
Mulder's thrusts came to a sudden stop as those muscles clamped 
down on him, and I heard a strangled gasp from him through the 
haze of my climax. As soon as my muscles started to relax, Mulder 
gave about two more hard thrusts before he spasmed, jerking and 
groaning.

He did have the presence of mind left afterward to quickly pull 
out and discard the condom before collapsing next to me. I was 
completely relaxed by then, a little sore in a couple of joints 
from the unusual position, and a little raw around my anus. 

Our rough breathing was the only sound in the room for the few 
minutes it took me to work up enough strength to pull the pillows 
out from under my hips and flop bonelessly onto the mattress. By 
then, Mulder was recovered enough to speak. 

"God," he said, his voice raw. "That was ..."

"Incredible," I finished for him.

He shifted closer, slipping a hand onto my lower abdomen. "Better 
than you hoped, or better than you expected?" he murmured.

I chuckled. "Both," I said, turning my head to look at him. He 
bent his head to kiss me again, but it lasted only a few seconds
before I had to ruin the moment by getting up and running to the 
bathroom.

When I emerged a few minutes later, he was standing outside the
door, looking concerned and agitated. "Scully, is everything 
okay?" he asked.

"Everything's fine, Mulder," I said, slipping my arms around him
and ignoring the slight twinges I was still feeling. "No blood, 
no pain, no problems at all."

I felt the tension leave him, and his lips pressed against the 
top of my head. "Good," he murmured into my hair. "So ... um ...
does that mean we add that to the repertoire?"

I grinned against his chest, the memory of my intense orgasm and 
the choked groan he emitted with his sending a rush of heat 
through my body. "Oh, *definitely*," I drawled, slipping my hands
down to cup his bare ass. "Never let it be said we lack for 
variety."

His arms tightened around me, and he began moving back toward the
bed. "Well, why don't we take a little nap, and then we'll work 
on getting another one marked off the list ..."

I smiled as we slid back into bed. I still had a few more ideas 
up my sleeve ...

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