To all who've asked, I've had great feedback about "Page of Cups" and yes, there will be a sequel, but I don't know when. "PoC" took several months to write itself, so the sequel could be a while. Meanwhile, I've written a few shorter sex stories, including the following. It contains sex, a little B/D and some fun one-liners. (Mulder is so much fun to write, isn't he? :) ) Enjoy... -joan the english chick The usual disclaimers: Scully and Mulder belong to 10-13, Fox and Chris Carter. Situations herein belong to me. No copying or retransmitting without my consent and my name attached. This story contains sex. If you continue to read after having fully grasped the meaning of the preceding sentence, you have only yourself to blame. A Friend in Need ================ Copyright 1996 joan the english chick. All rights reserved. Dana Scully was dreaming. She ran after her suspect in a wide meadow, gun in hand, her small feel pounding into the earth. She took a flying leap and tackled him, both tumbling to the ground; the grass tickled her neck as they rolled over. She tugged at the big man's hair and pulled his head back, and saw suddenly that he was Mulder, her partner, leaning over her, his body pinning her down, his mouth descending onto hers. Suddenly both were naked, writhing against each other in the grass, and instead of her gun Dana held his erect penis in her hand, but as she drew it between her thighs his face changed again. He was the Bad Guy, and he leered evilly at her. She drew away in horror. Scully screamed and awoke, her mouth full of saliva, heart pounding, neck and arms sore. The scream of her dream had only been a tiny squeak in her throat; an old handkerchief was in her mouth, and she swallowed carefully to avoid suffocating herself. She forced herself to breathe slowly and carefully, through her nose, shifting her cuffed hands in a futile effort to relieve the aching muscles. She had been captive here, gagged and bound to the radiator, for hours or maybe days; since the capture she had seen her abductor only once, when he'd come to give her some water and a slightly stale egg-salad sandwich. She'd thought it a promising sign that he was feeding her, but he hadn't returned again...even now he could be in another country, living high off his stolen bank money; who knew? /Dammit, Mulder, I told you this wasn't an X-File/ she thought bitterly, not for the first time. Just an ordinary armored-car heist, but as usual Mulder couldn't see the forest for the trees. The thought of her partner reminded her of the dream, and she shifted uncomfortably, feeling an embarrassing slickness between her legs. /What was that all about?/ she asked herself. /What Freud wouldn't make of that gun-penis image!/ She supposed that her quiet fear that the captor would rape her - combined with the attraction she and Mulder had between them, faded to a low-level buzz of untapped chemistry after their first few cases together - probably explained the almost sadomasochistic nature of the dream. /That's not exactly the way I pictured it with Mulder/ she told herself. /I like to think there'd be some romance involved./ But how many times had she read the articles in magazines from Time to Mademoiselle to Playgirl about how women secretly desired an animalistic, brutal lover? Dana Scully didn't think of herself as the bad-girl type, but surely every woman dreams of being taken roughly by an uncouth man once in a while? She sighed. These unsettling thoughts weren't doing much for her morale. Not that there was much morale to be had in this dank, dark little room with the grey walls and the greasy windows. The only furniture was the chair where her anonymous captor had sat to feed her, and the floor was making her butt sore and numb. She hoped something - anything - would happen soon. Suddenly her ears perked up. /Am I getting my wish? Or is this the onset of hallucinations?/ She could swear she heard footsteps...coming closer. Slow and stealthy, so probably not the kidnapper. Then she heard a whisper. "Scully?" She rolled her eyes heavenward as relief washed over her in a physical flood. She felt her flesh prickle and her face flush. "Mff!" she tried to vocalize around the gag. The door burst open and Mulder burst in, looking beautifully like an avenging hero, gun in hand. He glanced around swiftly, ascertaining that she was alone, and then dropped to his knees beside her, dropping his gun, his slender fingers moving quickly to the gag. "Thank God, Scully," he murmured, emotion choking his voice. The sparks connected and the relief they both felt was identical. He pulled the gag away and she worked her mouth around in relief, stretching her tongue and trying to restore some moisture to her aching lips. "I thought I'd never-" Her words trailed off as her eyes filled. Mulder quickly wiped the tears away, stroking her cheeks gently with his thumbs. "It's okay. You're all right, Dana," he said caressingly. "Let me look at these." He stretched upward to examine the handcuffs and his face brightened. "I can pick this. Did he hurt you?" "No," she said to both their relief. "How did you-" "We caught him a couple hours ago trying to buy beer. Shopkeeper recognized him from the news and called it in." Mulder searched his pockets and produced a set of lock-picks. "Are sure you're okay?" "I'm all right." She smiled slightly. "If only I could get that awful hanky taste out of my mouth." "Oh, Christ," he said with feeling and bent down to kiss her. Scully felt a shock run through her, directly from her lips to her stomach and downward, as Mulder's soft lips covered hers and his tongue delved into her mouth. The dream came back in a rush and she pressed up against him, straining against the handcuffs, trying to uncurl her legs from underneath her. He tore his mouth away and looked down at her. "You know, Scully, I've often wondered," he said, placing his hands lightly on her breasts, rubbing his palms across her nipples, weighing the heavy softness, "if I had you at my mercy like this..." he brushed his lips lightly over her forehead "what persuasive words I would use to convince you to consider extreme possibilities." She wanted to laugh at the multiply-layered double entendre, but her breath caught in her throat as her nipples tightened and her entire body flushed with arousal. "Talk too much..." she gasped brokenly as he pulled open her blouse and reached behind her to release the clasp of her bra. His smile was soft and sensuous. "Maybe, but I can be very persuasive," he murmured the instant before his mouth captured her nipple.... Scully moaned softly and took a deep breath. "Why don't you get me out of these things so I can be more...receptive to persuasion?" Mulder flicked his tongue sharply across her nipple, drawing another moan, and then lifted his head again. "Mmm...I don't think so," he said, sliding his hands up her thighs, pushing her skirt higher around her hips. There were multiple runs in her pantyhose and he simply tore them off like so many cobwebs covering her legs. Scully's stomach was tight with anticipation and she strained even harder against her captive hands, wanting desperately to put her fingers through Mulder's soft silky hair, to pull his mouth down hard on hers. As if sensing her desire, he leaned in and kissed her more slowly, leaving his hands almost innocently on her thighs, taking the time to taste her and let her taste him. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and tugged it gently with her teeth, hearing him gasp. She could feel the sweat on his face and she pushed her knee into his lap, feeling the tight bulge of his arousal. He was sliding his hands up her arms now, running his fingers lightly across her palms, lacing his fingers into hers. He pressed his mostly-clothed body slickly against her mostly-unclothed one and kissed her searingly. "Mulder," Scully gasped against his lips, "if you don't uncuff me in the next thirty seconds, I'll-" "You'll what?" he asked coyly, slipping one hand between her legs. He pushed one finger inside her and she gasped again, her hips surging upwards, yearning to that finger. "Never forgive me?" He grinned seductively down at her, writhing in delicious frustration underneath him. "Ohh..." she sighed as he twisted his finger. "Never give you the orgasm of your life?" She kept a straight face as she looked up into his surprised expression, then licked her lips deliberately.... His whole face lit up with self-satisfaction as he replied, "But, Dana, I'm giving you yours right now." His thumb found her most sensitive spot and flicked it once, twice, three times, then came down on it and rubbed firmly. She closed her eyes, tilted back her head, forgot the ache in her imprisoned arms and gave herself up to the climax that roared over her. As she was panting and beginning to recover, Mulder leaned forward again and kissed her softly all over her face: eyes, forehead, cheeks, chin, nose, mouth. Finally her breathing slowed almost back to normal and she opened her eyes to find Mulder's inches away, regarding her almost tenderly. "Thirty seconds are up," he told her, one corner of his mouth twisting upward. She realized his hands were working at the cuffs above her head, and in another instant her wrists sprang free. She stretched out her arms gratefully, twisted them, then brought them together and began to rub the sore spots where the cuffs had rubbed her skin raw. "Oh, that's really too bad, Mulder," she said with mock sympathy as he took her hands in his and took over the rubbing, ever so gently. "I guess you'll have to settle for your second-best." He stopped rubbing and looked up, meeting her eyes. Scully pulled her hands away and stood up slowly, painfully, stretching muscles too long still. She looked down at Mulder, still kneeling on the floor and looking surprised. "Oh, get up, for heaven's sake, Mulder," she said, stifling a laugh. She wasn't used to looking down at him. He stood, lifting his hand to his mouth to lick away the last of her juices. Scully looked solemnly at him. "Take me to your place, or mine, whichever's closer," she told him. "I need a shower, I need some food, and..." She moved a step closer. "I need you in me, Mulder. A...S...A...P!" He smiled sensuously. "Whatever you say, Scully." He put his arm around her and moved her toward the door. "Skinner did say he wanted me to debrief you... personally." She grinned. "I know you, Mulder. You don't do *everything* by the book," she said, her voice dripping with innuendo. Mulder chuckled. "Book, schmook. Me, I'm a manual kinda guy. I prefer the hands-on approach...."