Title: Persuasion Author: Deia Category: V, MSR, post-ep Rating: NC-17 Feedback: deiasm@deiasaddiction.net Website: http://www.deiasaddiction.net/xsense Distribution: go ahead, just let me know Spoilers: The List Disclaimer: Not mine, not making any money from it Summary: He aims to please A.N. This story was written for Fandomonium's Virtual Season of Smut (Season 3) Thank you once again my darling Sallie for helping me with this story. Persuasion His lips traveled down her body, never stopping long enough to satisfy--teasing her skin, driving her wild with lust. The valley between her breasts, her belly, the insides of her thighs, the backs of her knees, her calves, her toes, and back again. When he reached her neck, he looked at her and smiled. She was flushed, panting, and trembling, and she wanted to wipe that smug smile right off of his face. If he noticed her distress, he didn't let it show, leaning on his side, and trailing his fingers over her, as if deciding what he should do next. She growled at him, and he lifted an eyebrow at her. His decision made, he lifted his body and hovered over her again. Instead of joining his body with hers though, he moved down, and pushed her legs apart gently. He was taking his own sweet time with her, and she looked at him not understanding why he was just staring. But he wasn't just staring, he was studying, inhaling, memorizing her. His eyes moved to hers, as he blew gently on her clit. She gasped and squirmed. It was all she could do to not push his head down. When his tongue finally touched her, it was impossible to suppress the groan of desire that rose from deep in her throat. From then on, it was all a blur of sensation, color, and sound. He moaned, his eyes closed, as if he had never tasted anything better in his life. She could feel her orgasm approaching quickly. Her back arched, her head pushed against the pillow, one of her hands tangled in his hair, and the other clutched at the sheets. When the sensation became almost unbearable and she began to come all coherent thought left her. There were no aliens, no conspiracy, no dead man who returned to kill his enemies. There was only his tongue on her body. At that moment, it was all that mattered to her. When the Earth stop spinning, and she opened her eyes again, he was gazing at her. The smile this time wasn't smug, it was tender, loving, and spoke more to her heart than she was prepared to hear. Her hands moved to his face, tracing his features, answering him without words. She was accepting what she was offered, even though the intensity in his eyes frightened her a little. She pulled his body down to hers, loving the feel of his skin on her own. He entered her slowly, letting her body become used to his. His forehead rested against her neck, as he tried to give her body time to adjust to his. She locked her ankles behind his back, and with one push he was buried inside her. His lips found hers as he began to thrust, slow and deep. The movement of their hips mimicked that of their lips. As their lovemaking became more frantic, the need for air made kissing impossible. He moved his head only enough to allow them to breathe, staying as close to her as he could. She held him as he came, groaning and speaking her name. He turned onto his back and pulled her to him, trying to catch his breath. She melted into his chest, content and sated, her fingers tracing patterns on his skin. She was startled when she heard his voice. "And now, am I still on your list, Scully?" She smiled, and looked up at him. "I'm not sure, Mulder. Maybe that thing you did with your tongue might convince me someday. You'll just have to keep trying." He laughed softly, and held her closer. "Gladly." End