Familiarity Breeds Contempt by Harrison Coin

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Familiarity Breeds Contempt by Harrison Coin

Okay, what was going on?

He had been called out of wherever he had been sent, and all he was doing was seeing Dana and Fox talking about their relationship. He decided to fuzz out, go to a strip bar, and then he noticed a slight glow around both Dana and Fox.

It was very slight, but he could read it instantly. Sexual dissatisfaction.

"Oh, shit, here we go again."

"It's still great, Fox, it's just that there's no...variety."

Fox managed to keep his mouth shut. He didn't want to hurt Dana, but he was sort of afraid to experiment.

"Fox, you asshole, I seem to remember a certain liason on a certain author's grave in PUBLIC back in college! Are we a complete chicken, STILL?"

God, I wish I could make her happy.

"All right, that's it, it's time I got someone mortal in this sad little soiree."

The familiar walked to Walter Skinner's house.

"Skinner."

"YO, BALDO, WAKE THE FUCK UP!"

Skinner shot up in bed groping for his Sig Sauer, seeing the black-suited, slightly pale guy in the chair before him.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?"

"Simple, let's just say I'm a...friend of Fox and Dana's who needs your help." At this the familiar slid his hands through the chair, and Skinner caught his breath...

"Oh, relax, I'm no damn sex vampire."

The familiar explained everything to Skinner, who already knew about the relationship, but felt the FBI didn't have to.

"How can you sit in the chair if your hands pass through it?"

"I can make myself solid to an extent."

"So what do you need my help for?"

"The only reason you can see me is because I want you to. But I can't make more than a few people see me at a time. If I was carrying something through the Old Post Office, it'd look like an object was floating in air except to the three-four people close to me."

"Okay, but I still don't understand why you need my help."

"Let me explain something. Fox and Dana are getting bored with each other, we need to shake things up. So, having a pretty wide range of sexual knowledge, here's what I want you to do...."

"Cough, Fox."

Fox obligingly let loose a small chuff.

The familiar kept at it until he had him hacking nicely, not enough to be painful, but enough to be distracting. Fox would be pretty pissed actually at the suprise meeting between them and Skinner...

Sure enough, Fox was angry. "Why now, for Christ's sake? I'm as sick as a dog!"

"Why aren't you sucking on any cough drops?"

"Couldn't pick any up, late getting here."

Dana, of course, had 'lost' hers the other day.

"Agent Mulder, take the bag."

Fox complied, and started sucking on the metholated cough drops. The familiar edged Fox's cough away, and sat back to watch the proceedings as Skinner merrily bullshitted them into about seven hours' worth of paperwork. At eleven in the morning.

Overtime, just enough to keep them in close proximity to drive each other nuts.

Dana had taken some initiative of her own, buying a book called '1001 Different Sexual Positions." Some of them were quite interesting, although the familiar thought the landlord might object to the installation of a trapeze in Dana's apartment.

Fox and Dana squirmed throughout the entire interview, clearly wanting to talk about other things.

"Let me finish on this note. I have ben reviewing the security camera recordings. One more conversation about your sex life and I will be forced to call it in. I will be kind and assume it is just idle chatter for then until now, but not after today, understood?"

Both turned bright red. "Understood, sir."

After Fox and Dana had left, the familiar showed up.

"I still think I shouldn't have lied to them about reviewing the recordings."

"Trust me. Fox is the Sex Anonymous poster child, and Dana thought they were going to get this out of the way BEFORE they got off work. Now, it's dinner, movie, and then banging, except if I'm not mistaken the banging is going to be really stunning for Dana tonight..."

"Ah, finally, how was the movie?"

Fox pulled Dana to him, and they began kissing passionately.

"That bad, huh?"

Fox spit out his coughdrop, hitting the trashcan with skill, and slid down Dana's body, unzipping her skirt along the way.

"5...4...3...2..."

Fox's mouth caressed Dana's vagina and she screamed with ecstasy. "I believe we do have liftoff!" the familiar chuckled.

Fox, wondering what he was doing right, traced her lips with his tongue, while his thumb, to which a little piece of velvet was taped, slid carefully around the clitoris. He breathed on the clit just as he was about to work her lips open with his tongue...

...and she orgasmed, shoving her crotch right into his face. Fox, surprised, kept stroking on the vagina as he continued. He knew that carefully applied pressure could put Dana halfway to another orgasm after she had one. He wondered what it was. Being careful to breathe in only light short puffs, he brought her to another orgasm...

...and let his breath out right onto her clit, causing yet another one. She grabbed him by his lapels and had his pants open before he even knew what was going on, and she pulled him inside of her, her ever-warm and wet vagina causing spasms throughout his body as he thrust and hung on for dear life as Dana dragged him over the edge of orgasm.

"Now lick me clean, Fox."

Meekly, he obeyed orders, and slid back up. As she undid buttons on his shirt, she whispered "that was very naughty of you, but clever."

"Huh?"

"Your use of menthol. You don't know what that does to women?"

"No idea, I've just been using Skinner's cough drops."

"It causes really intense sensations. You really lucked out, Fox." She drew out the last syllable of his name, and he grinned as she took hold of him.

They woke up in each other's arms. Dana was still smiling at Fox's innocence about what he had done.

"I think you've found something new to pop in your mouth."

His face split open in a half-grin, half-leer. She coyly held up the few remaining cough drops.

Fox slowly realized he was aching all over, and lucky them, it was a Saturday. "Oh, man, what did we do last night?"

"I don;t remember half of it." Dana giggled. She knew her jaw ached, and her crotch, and her arms, and just about everything else. She wondered vaguely how many of the positions they tried.

"I think we did it...five times. That's it, five times. Or was it six?"

Dana started giggling uncontrollably, and Fox joined her, and soon they were both laughing in bed, nude, and half-aroused already.

Before Fox could start anything, she said "I've got to go get some supplies."

"Groceries? I don't think I'll need clothing, since I left a suit of mine at my house for just this possibility..."

"Yep, and I need to stop by the liquor store."

"Painkillers?" Fox asked, his eyebrows dancing.

"That's one way of putting it." she said, eyebrows arching. Fox had a feeling he was going to like what was coming.

The bottle of creme de menthe was a suprising purchase.

"Cocktails before or after?"

Dana was shrugging out of her clothing, a tank top and jogging shorts, the sandals already having been kicked off in the corner. She wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Hardly." And her demonic smile made him wonder just what was up as she cracked the bottle and took a shallow swig.

She crooked her finger, and he walked over, completely nude and already hardening. Her hand encircled his penis, and he felt her mouth closing around him, brushing the creme de menthe all over his manhood, the only woman to ever take it all in kneeling before him. Her lips curved around his erection and then she breathed out.

The warmth nearly made him come, but she had done this before. Inhaling carefully, not letting him get too much, she put on the suction and started going up and down his shaft.

Fox held back, and kept holding back, even though the mix of hot and cold combined with Dana's knowledge of him was driving him insane with lust and pleasure. He wanted her, and she sensed this, but she kept it up for five minutes, keeping him on that razor's edge he had put her on last night.

Finally, she stopped, and leaned back on her kitchen table as Mulder's throbbing penis slid in, already well lubricated.

Her turn, he thought. He intentionally went slowly, holding back still, enjoying the friction, until Dana seized his cheeks, and pulled him closer. Needing not another hint, he thrust until he felt her muscles clamp around his erection, and saw her telltale signs of orgasm; a holding of the breath, tightness of the muscles, and then the cry, quiet, but somehow more satisfying than a scream.

He still hadn't come, although his mind was under almost constant erotic pressure. She grabbed him again,using both hands, tickling and teasing until he exploded, covering her with his seed.

"Geez."

Dana nodded agreement.

"So, I was flipping through that book, and number 39 looks pretty good to me..."

She looked at him with wide eyes.

"Wanna give it a shot?"

Where her hands went told him all he needed to know.

The familiar sat back and pantomimed lighting a cigarette, because he didn't have any, and was surprised when he found a pack in his pocket. Great, he thought, and lit up.

Funny, he hadn't faded out yet. Oh, wait, there was still Skinner. He derserved a bit of a reward....

"Excuse me, are you Walter?"

Skinner looked the raven-haired beauty up and down with a flick of the eyes.

"Yes, I am." he responded, the stiffness of his words made flexible by the warmth of his smile and tone of voice.

"A man said that you might be familiar with him, asked me to thank you, and also...well..."

"To check me out?"

"Yes."

"Like what you see?"

She smiled cryptically. "Let's just say I don't think my friend was wrong about you..."

This promised to be a wild night, Skinner thought as he slid off the barstool, and accompanied the woman back to her booth. The familiar gave him a thumbs-up as he faded back into his place.

END

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