A Granted Wish - Part Three by Danielle

A Granted Wish III by Danielle

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Hello everybody, I'm back. Hoped you liked part II of A Granted Wish. I wish I could tell you that part III advanced the plot in a significant way, but alas, it does not. Rather, it explores the different levels of sexuality and love emerging between M/S. As such, I am forced to say that Part III is very much rated NC-17. I'm not joking, NC-17 (but not tasteless like Showgirls, more along the lines of Red Shoe Diaries.) Oh yeah, the usual disclaimers apply. Sorry it this little intro sounded a bit long-winded. What can I say, I just got finished reading the bard. Ole Willy can do that to a girl. Cheers, Danielle

A Granted Wish (Part III) by Danielle

August 23rd
Saturday, Noon

The wheels of the big car churned mercilessly against the hard tarmac as heat waves rippled in the distance. Wind whipped strands of hair into Scully's face, causing her untold grief. She took her eyes off the road to slide a glance at her partner. He slouched morosely, jean clad legs resting on the dashboard. He hadn't said a word to her since breakfast. And that had only been a curt question about when they were supposed to leave for Seratown. She couldn't really blame him for his surliness since she knew she was the motivation for it. She had spent the last couple of days studiously avoiding any and all contact with him. She had wanted (and still did) to put off talking to him about their relationship and the case for as long as possible.

After closing out the club Wednesday night, they had walked back to the hotel and due to the lateness of the hour, had separated at their respective rooms. When she finally got to bed it was around three in the morning and she had fallen instantly asleep. It had not been a restful sleep. She had dreamed of Mulder. They were making love in a room redolent with the scent of roses. The more passionate their lovemaking became, the more intense the aroma. However in the midst of their lovemaking, when she had looked up into Mulder's face it no longer resembled him. Instead the man above her had transformed into Roland. She had cried out, distraught at the loss of her partner. The Roland figure sought to sooth her but succeeded in only heightening her distress. He had tried to wrap his arms around her but a cloud of feathers surrounded her creating an airy barricade. She intuitively knew that he was responsible for the downy white feathers floating around her, seeming to suffocate her. Her loud cries for Mulder were drowned out by the cooing of doves. She had been engulfed in roses and feathers, unable to find solace, unable to find Mulder.

The dream spooked her, more than she cared to admit, neverless, she spent the next two days dodging Mulder. She wanted to avoid talking about their attraction for each other. She made sure that they spent all of Thursday on opposite sides of the city. Scully also knew that his frustration was further compounded by the fact that they hadn't unearthed any leads on the case. She had reexamined the bodies only to discover that there was nothing more to be discovered. Everything the coroner reported in the initial examination, she simply confirmed. And Mulder had been equally unsuccessful in finding any information about Roland O'Shaunessy, which she admitted to herself, she was unduly grateful. Then to top it off, yesterday they were stood up for their appointment with the private detective, Alstair Braxton. His secretary had told them that he had been called away on a family emergency and would not be back until much later in the week. Reluctantly deciding that their interview could wait, Mulder had left a message the secretary informing Mr. Braxton where he could contact them. All in all, Mulder had stymied at every corner, both with her and the case.

She sneaked another glance at her cranky partner. He was fiddling with the radio knob, searching rather aimlessly for a station to his liking. As he zoomed past five decent stations in the span of ten seconds, she finally lost her patience, "Jesus Christ, Mulder, pick a station. You just skipped past a station playing *Brown Sugar*. You love the Stones."

He slouched lower in the seat and tipped his sunglasses down his nose so he could glower at her. "So now you're ready to talk to me. I was beginning to think I smelled or something. You sure have tried damned hard to avoid being with me, much less talk to me." He paused a few bitter moments before bursting out, "What's wrong with you, Scully? Don't you want me? If you don't, tell me now. I'll survive."

Scully was glad she was wearing shades because she didn't want Mulder to see the sheen of tears that suddenly stung her eyes. She honestly didn't know how to answer his question. She did not know where to begin explaining. Mulder would never understand why she had kept vital information about the case from him. She didn't really understand herself. It was not like the mythical Roland of her past could in any way be the mysterious and elusive priest. But the similarities. She shook her head to disspell her thoughts. She didn't want to think about all that now. Not when her friendship with Mulder was being threatened. She couldn't bear to lose him because of her silence or worse, because of sex. Fox was her best friend.

"Mulder, it's complicated. Don't you understand? We're partners. We can't get involved. It is just sex." She swallowed hard, "You can get that anywhere. It doesn't have to be with me. You are probably just frustrated and I seem like a good thing. But you and I are not a good thing. It would be too messy."

Mulder's feet slammed against the car floor as he shot up straight. Sliding a little closer to her, he reached out and grabbed the arm closest to him with a steely grip. "Oh really? So all I want is a good, quick fuck? A little tail to ease the ache?" With his free hand he opened his jeans. He then pulled her hand from the steering wheel and forced it inside the opening of his pants. He didn't pause to consider the ramifications of his actions. He simply want to shock, to make her notice him. He bit back a satisfied grin when her hand involuntarily curled around his hardening penis. It looked as if shock treatment was working.

He decided to push the gambit with a little vulgarity, "Are you saying my cock is simply because I'm horny? That I spent the last three nights jacking off in my room because I haven't had any in a long time Is that what you're saying?" He repeated himself more forcefully, "Is it, Scully?"

She knew he was being deliberately crude, but surprisingly it didn't bother her. In fact, she had become instantly aroused at the thought of Mulder caressing himself, of him *jacking off*. She knew he was angry with her and wanted to retaliate for the hurt he was feeling. But she that didn't mean she was going to reveal her arousal. She kept her eyes trained on the road, not answering his question. Desperately trying to remind herself of that was wrong with a sexual relationship between the two of them. Incompatibility, religion, work . . . God, he felt good!

Mulder gazed frustratedly at the impassive face watching the road. She hadn't even *glanced* at what she was holding! Not so much as one peep! He vainly tried to ignore the warmth of her hand on his cock and slid closer to her until her was practically in her lap. He would get a reaction for her if it killed him. He conveniently forgot that he had only recently admitted to himself that he wanted Dana in every way possible. He had always acknowledged that she was special and damn attractive, but never allowed his thoughts (and hopes) to venture further. But in the past year he had begun having fantasies. About Dana. It got to the point where his fantasies were more erotic and sexually fulfilling than any of his blue movies. Now in typical male fashion, he wanted instant reciprocity of his affection. He wanted her to be as eager as he to start a more intimate, emotionally rewarding relationship. And she couldn't tear her fucking eyes from the road!

"What the hell are you doing, Mulder? In case you haven't noticed, I'm trying to drive. What if someone drives by? What will they think?"

He suppressed the obvious answer, "There hasn't been anyone on this road since we left the highway an hour ago. And stop evading my question. Do you think my body reacts this way for just anyone? I want you. And I won't wait any longer. I can't. If you don't want me now, I don't really care because *I* want you *now*." With that promising demand, he pushed her hand along the length of erection. Shivering, he leaned into her neck and whispered, "You won't let me fuck you. But that doesn't mean I can't have any fun. It only takes one hand to drive."

He curled his hand over hers and demonstrated the motions he liked. Up and down his length, with minimal pressure. Down below to cup his testicles. Fondling them before sliding back up to his shaft, the grip much tighter now. Then circling her finger about the wet tip. He copied the action with his own finger, catching a pearly drop of pre-excitement. He brought the finger up to her mouth and slid it pas the unresisting barrier of her pink lips. He smiled triumphantly when she obediently sucked the offering off his finger, although she never once turned to look at him. He had to be satisfied with the blush rising from her neck to flood her face.

He slowly removed his finger from her mouth. He didn't bother to return his hand to his pants. She wasn't massaging him, but she wasn't making a move to release her grip, either. A mischievous grin lit up his face. He wasn't really mad at her, just frustrated and hurt be her reluctance, her *seeming* reluctance. Why get angry when you can get even? He wasn't going to beg -- he was going to make her beg, moan, gasp, squeal. . . the list was endless. After all, she couldn't escape him; she was driving. Eyes twinkling devilishly, he leaned over and fiddled with the radio again. After he found an old R&B station, he turned back to Scully who was still staring fixedly at the road.

"What's the matter, Dana? Don't you know what to do with the thing you're holding?" He smiled wolfishly, "Shall I demonstrate? Show the doctor how to do it?"

Without waiting for a reply, he shifted so he could rest one arm along the back of the carseat and have the other one free to access any part of her body. Mulder appraisingly gazed at her seated figure. Where to attack? She was wearing a white, short-sleeved button down shirt and a long navy blue skirt. He watched as perspiration beaded at her collarbone before trickling down into her cleavage. He silently blessed the Louisiana heat for giving him inspiration. He would launch the attack on his personal favorite first. He reached around the arm shoved in his jeans and began to unbutton her shirt, nonchalantly humming along with Marvin Gaye's *Let's Get It On.* Ah, the whimsy.

Dana tried to still her start as she felt the warm air touch her chest. What the hell. . .okay, this was definitely going to far. She finally turned to look at him, nervously biting her lip, "Um, Mulder, what are you doing? I. . .I. . um, this is not a good idea. Why don't you just button my top up and slide back over to your side?" She smiled weakly, "I understand where you're coming from now. And I promise you when we get to Seratown, the first chance we get, we'll have that serious talk. Okay?"

His fingers stilled on a button, he had only three more to go. He pretended to consider her offer, "I don't think so, Dana. I kinda like what I'm doing right now. Anyway, I've found that you are quite adept at avoiding me. Who knows when we will ever have time alone with each other?" He paused again before shaking his head, "Nope. No deal."

He quickly unbuttoned the rest of her top before she could utter any more protests. Oh good, the bra had a front clasp. With a sharp flick of his fingers, he undid that too. Now her whole unclad torso was exposed to his appreciative eyes. He loved breasts and by far, Dana's were the most beautiful he had ever seen. They were positively succulent. Full white globes with rosy pink nipples. He carefully watched as the breast swelled and the tips hardened. He fondled one, pushing his fingers into its softness. He continued to caress and play with her breasts. The white skin pinkened from his attentions and a droplet of sweat clung precariously to one puckered nipple. Acting on instinct, he leaned forward to catch the moisture as it lost its perch.

Dana gasped audibly when she felt his hot mouth attach itself to the nipple closest to him. The hand grasping his penis involuntarily tightened and he gave an accompanying moan into her flesh. "Mulder! Mulder! Stop it! We going to have an accident. Will you please stop!" It never once occurred panic stricken, sexually aroused mind to remove her hand from his pants and forcibly move him from her chest.

He looked up briefly, quizzically, "We'll only have an accident if you don't watch the road. Now leave me alone. I'm busy." He promptly went back to her breast, laving it and the nipple completely. The other breast was massaged by his hand. He pulled his head away slightly so she could see him tease her nipple by lightly flicking his tongue at it. She responded by thrusting her breast closer to his mouth. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she wanted him to suckle her thoroughly. He heightened the friction by putting more pressure behind his now rapidly flicking tongue but still not applying the suction she craved. It wasn't until she let out a demanding moan that he pulled the nipple into his mouth and sucked strongly on it. He teased both breasts in this manner, not lifting his head for a good ten minutes. When he finally did, he looked hungrily at the results of his minastrations. Both breasts were pink from his sometimes rough handling and they glistened wetly in the bright sunlight.

He gazed curiously at the road, "Dana, um, I don't know if you realize this but the car is on the wrong side of the road." He smiled widely as she quickly moved the car to the right side of the road. She shot him a glare, her flaming cheeks betraying her embarrassment. He happily ignored her disgruntlement and went back to the more pressing matters. What to do next? Ah, the skirt. He reached down and started pulling it up her legs.

"Mulder?"

His eyes widened appreciatively as he revealed her creamy thighs.

A little louder, "Mulder?"

He could see the vee of her white panties. How to get the skirt up and around her waist?

"Mulder!"

He looked up vexedly.

She tried to brazen it out, "I'm going to cover my chest now if you don't mind." However she made no move to remove her hand from his pants. She had no intention of ending the game, it was her erotic dream come true. But she be damned if she in without a fight, "What if someone comes?"

He quickly reached down and held her hand against him. He spoke persuasively, his eyes sparkling mischievously, "But doesn't the air feel good on your breasts? It's so hot and no one is going to come, " he backtracked quickly, "I mean no other car is going to pass by. This road is deserted except for us and the swamp."

She made another half-hearted attempt, "Let go of my hand."

He wiped the smile from his face and tried to look serious, "Wait, I'll make a deal with you. I'll button you top if you do me one favor. Okay? But please don't let go of me." He pressed a wet kiss on her neck and murmured, "Please honey, don't let go of me. It feels so good."

She didn't remark on that suggestive comment, "What's the favor?"

"Lift your rear up."

Dana coughed, "Excuse me?"

"I'll cover your breast after you hoist up that sweet behind of yours." At her look of indecisiveness, Fox promised, "Please, Dana. I swear you won't regret it."

She reluctantly lifted her rear and he speedily got the skirt around her waist. Ignoring her frustrated look, he buttoned the top few buttons of her shirt. He didn't bother with the bra of the rest of the buttons. He didn't want to renege on his deal but he did want easy access to her.

She darted a quick look at him, startled, when he pulled her hand from his jeans. Part of her warily wondered what he was up to and the another part of her missed the feel of him in her hand. She liked holding him and knowing that should she so choose, she could easily switch tables on him and drive him insane.

Fox winced at the loss of her hand but determinedly plowed on with his plan. He considered closing his pants in an effort to contain his excitement but his tumescent penis prevented him from comfortably doing so. Oh well, let her see what she did to him. Before she could ask any questions or reprimand him, he slid his hand between her legs and cupped her sex. Dana let out a surprised gasp and tightened her grip on the steering wheel. However, she soon removed one hand from the wheel to stuff in her mouth and quiet the rest of her cries as he began massaging her erect clit through her damp panties. His thumb made slow circles around the sensitive flesh, sped up, then slowed down again. He was intent of making her climax but he wanted to draw it out for as long as possible. He never once looked down to see what he was doing, preferring to watch her pleasure in her expressive face. He continued his torment for a long while until she finally pulled off to the roadside and stopped the motor.

"You win. Please, Mulder. Please."

"Take off your sunglasses and look at me."

She slid the dark shades off her face and turned fiery blue eyes on him. She was a vision with sweaty strands of hair clinging to passion flushed cheeks. Her words came fiercely, rapid-fire, "You want an answer to your question? Yes. Yes, I want you. I wanted you soon after I met you even when I thought you were crazy. I told myself I was being silly but every night you appeared in my dreams. Since I've met you, every other man pales in comparison." Her voice broke slightly but her gaze did not waver, "For god's sake, look at me Mulder. Look at what I let you do to me. I would never have acted this way before I met you. Never."

She gave a little laugh and rubbed her face, "Even now all I want you to do is finish what you started. Please, Mulder, don't make me ask twice."

Mulder wouldn't have been a man if he hadn't felt some satisfaction at her admission. But this wasn't machismo. He didn't want to control Dana. She was his partner and he wanted, needed that relationship in every facet of their lives. Yet, he was overjoyed that she admitted she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. Deciding that her sexual torment had gone on long enough, he curled his hand around her neck and pulled her to him. Within seconds their mouths fused together and their tongues battled furiously, tasting and tempting. He kissed her hard and hungrily, but she didn't flinch. His hunger matched her own. His thumb started its stimulating motions again and she moaned into his mouth but continued kissing him. It was he who finally pulled away when she began to climax. He watched with hooded eyes, his own erection pulsing painfully, as she arched her back and rubbed herself sinuously against his madly dancing finger. As her orgasm reached its peak, she flung her head back and hissed jerkily through her clenched teeth. When it was over, she leaned against the car door and sought to regain her equilibrium.

He was still aroused, "You're beautiful," he said as he leaned forward to place a soft kiss on her mouth but she roughly pushed him away.

"I'm not done yet. I want more. I want you to moan for me."

She straddled, hiking her skirt around her lower hips. Her hand reached down between their bodies and pulled his cock out of his pants. She rubbed her panty clad self against him and he buried his face between her breast, dotting small kisses on her flesh. She stopped her teasing motions and made him look at her, "So you wanted me to fuck you with my hand? Huh, Fox? Is that what you wanted?" Her mouth broke into a feral smile and he was thrilled by her aggression, "What if I moved back to the driver's seat? What if I left you as hard as a rock? What would you do to get me to please you?"

"Anything."

"Anything? Would you play with my breasts until I told you to stop?"

He nodded wordlessly as his hands crept around her waist and tried to force her into motion again. She batted his hands away and remained stubbornly still.

"Would you kiss every inch of my body?" He nodded again, licking one of her nipples.

Dana leaned in closer so they were nose to nose, "Would you go down on me, Fox?" She smiled naughtly, "Would you like me to go down on you?"

His eyes widened beseechingly and he gazed up at her adoringly. A blissful smile curved his pouty lips, "Oh, please."

She kissed him and breathed into his mouth, "Okay." She slid down his body until her knees rested on the car floor and her mouth was level with his straining cock, "Only for you, Fox. Only for you."

The animals in the swamp moved restlessly, their ultra-sensitive senses picking up the heightened emotions in their sanctuary. Little feet pattered noiselesly on the moss covered ground as noises filled the still air. They were taking no chances. So it was only the ancient, wizened cypress trees and the heat-laden blue sky that witnessed Fox Mulder's defeat. It was a ritual that they had seen reenacted ad infinitum. And they watched impassively as the man found his release through the loving attentions of the woman. They were the only ones who saw the man's face contort with pleasure. They were the only ones who saw his mouth work wordlessly before a hoarse shout rent the stillness. A woman's name lingered in the air, "Dana." They were the only ones who saw the man's hands gratefully, lovingly caress the auburn head in his lap before they pulled the feminine form into his arms. The trees and the sky watched as the man and the woman hugged and kissed. They were not impressed. They knew that this was how it should be. No one remarked on or even noticed the scent of roses.

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