Game Over (1/1) by Aurora Vere CATEGORY- SR ARCHIVE- yes, yes, yes! Just ask first. RATING- a really liberal R, I think. Anyone under 17, you've been warned. SPOILERS- First Person Shooter KEYWORDS- MSR, FPS post-ep SUMMARY- What really happened in those brief moments after the game was over and Mulder and Scully were nowhere to be found? With all the post-conflict hormones running rampant, something was bound to happen. DISCLAIMER- They aren't mine, folks. I just like to play with them a little for no money. Feedback, though, is gladly accepted and appreciated at AuroraVer2@aol.com. AUTHOR'S NOTES- This goes out to the Virginian list, who'll hopefully forgive me after being out of the loop for so long. Also, to Terma99, who taught me the personal importance of a good smutbiscuit. Also thanks to everyone who's been a personal counselor to me and my issues. You guys are the greatest. ------------------------------------------------------------- Game Over (1/1) by Aurora Vere ------------------------------------------------------------- "Well, Mulder, did you get your ya-yas?" My own voice is foreign to me as my eyes adjust to the blackness, fighting to comprehend what the hell just happened. What the hell just happened? "Scully, watching you kick some serious cyberass gave me more ya-yas than Bloodfest 6 and Dominatrix City combined." He grins at me. That smug handsome bastard grins at me. "I *saved* your cyberass, Mulder. And don't you forget it." His rumbling laugh echoes in the room. Why the hell is he laughing? This is a serious matter. We could've died in there. Or worse. We could've been lost in there, somewhere between the realm of fantasy and reality. We could've.... "I won't forget it," I hear him say, his voice breaking in the slightest hint of a laugh. What the...? What the hell is so funny? This isn't funny at ALL. "Mulder, would you mind explaining to me what you find so hilarious about this matter?" He's still laughing. And louder. Somebody, put us back in the game. I'll kick his cyberass to a pulp and leave him to the wiles of Jade Blue Afterglow's evil twin. That ought to wipe that grin off his face. "You really wanna know, Scully?" What the...? "What the hell kind of question is that? Of COURSE I want to know." I feel myself being pulled around to face him, my eyes finally able to see all of him in his full male body armor testosterone glory. And as much as I revile the very thing he embodies at this moment, I can't take my eyes off him. "Do you think this is some sort of *game*, Mulder? That we walked in here to derive some sick and twisted pleasure out of a virtual body count?" Goddamn, he's handsome. "We kicked some major Matreya cyberass. That's exactly what it was." "Not for me it wasn't. I came in here to help you out, to keep the game from being over for both of us. You came in here on a stupid whim, to get off on some male hormonal rush that for the life of me I could never begin to comprehend or ever wish to emulate if I had the ability. What the hell is *wrong* with you, Mulder?" For once, he has no witty comeback or some snappy one-liner in defense of his actions. For once, he is silent as I continue to give him the good railing his cyberass deserves. "You put both our lives in danger for some realization of a childish fantasy, not to mention the lives of millions of others who might have followed your lead. Thank God I saved your cyberass. You ought to be on your knees right now, thanking me for what I've done instead of making light of this whole thing." And then he kneels. Behind me. What the hell....? "Scully, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for saving my poor wretched little cyberass." Oh...Goddamn you, Mulder. Don't do this. "My real ass thanks you so much more, though, for keeping it alive." What the holy hell...did he just...? That's it. That is IT. I am seething. Livid. Enraged. No more jokes. No more mock displays of gratitude, no more laughing. No more anything. He will *not* make light of this, of me, not when I busted my ass to save his own. I feel myself whirling around to slap him, to beat the living hell out of whatever ass he has on him at the moment, cyber or otherwise, but he holds me in my position, his hands on my hips, thumbs grazing my backside. "You know, Scully, I couldn't help but notice something while we were in there." Oh really? Enlighten me, warrior man. "You've got a great little cyberass yourself." Holy Christ.... I must be short-circuiting. All my impulses grind to a halt as he kneels behind me, examining me from behind. Holy Jesus Mother Mary, he's caressing me now, he's caressing IT now, his hands cupping me there, massaging me, feeling me, touching me oh God.... "I've never told you this before, Scully, but you've got great software." Oh my God.... I must be liquid now; I can feel it...my circuits melting, wires crossing, flaring, sparking, and no power...Christ I have no power.... "You can kick my cyberass any day you want." I am speechless. Mulder....yes....oh yes I want to.... "Put me in my place, Scully." Yes.... "Show me who is boss." Please.... "Take me down and finish me off." Oh God yes.... And then his lips, his lips are there, pillow-soft against me, and I feel my thighs quiver with yearning, aching need. So much need.... "Let the games begin, Scully." Yessss....let them start now, right now, no more waiting, no more wanting, no more sidestepping issues or thinly- veiled excuses....just good mental gameplay and foreplay and roleplay and no fairplay until we're sated and spent in each other's arms....and then again and again and again until we reach the next level and the next and the next until we find an infinity of challenge, of conflict, of combat, of bodies pressing together in love and war and total fusion of our souls and selves.... Oh, God, it's coming...coming coming coming ohhhhyesssss...! Ohhhhh no....noooo.... "Scully! Mulder! Are you in there?" "Are you all right?" Ohhhh.... "Game over, Scully." His tongue flicks once, then twice, between my thighs, and I convulse once more, coming, quivering everywhere as I melt to the floor. He steadies me, pulling me up, holding me against the wall as a harsh light envelops us, enfolds us in the awakening of our own demise. Game over, Mulder. ---------------------------- Liked it? 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