Three for One

Three for One

By Piper Sargasso

Disclaimer: CC and the boys own 'em. I'm 
just borrowing.



Author’s Notes: This is a punishment fic originally posted at IWTB.

In addition to serving my penance, I also decided to answer

a challenge issued by Shelba and Logan - two of my listmates.

Challenge elements appear at the end.

Special thanks to Sallie for the incredibly fast beta. I’ve never

known such a thoughtful and generous soul.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*< Thr Three for One

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

”What's that?" the blonde coed asked, pulling the microphone

away as she leaned an ear toward Mulder's mouth.

"Her birthday," he repeated.

The blonde nodded and straightened up, facing the audience

with a huge grin. "Okay, everybody!" she exclaimed with a thick

southern accent, "Looks like we have a birthday girl in the house!"

She hooked one pink-tipped finger in a come-hither gesture

and winked at a very inebriated Scully.

"No, Mulder," she protested weakly, but with a smile and an

exaggerated nod, he gave her a gentle push toward the stage.

It was her birthday, and damn it, she was going to have fun. He'd

already taken her to The Absinthe House, where she'd whole-

heartedly indulged in two of their house species ies - the Absinthe

Frappe.  Next, it was some Irish pub that he couldn't remember

the name of to save his soul - three Killian's there. Finally, they'd

ended up at the Famous Door. The raucous energy and

charismatic staff had earned two new customers for the duration

of the night. Scully wouldn't budge.

Gracelessly stumbling toward the stage, Scully climbed the stairs
creamy flesh of her back in the process. Mulder took in her

appearance as he watched from his table. She was dressed

casually, in a pair of snug jeans that flared slightly at the bottoms

and a black cotton, V-neck shirt. By no means did she look like a

teenager, but her ensemble was youthful. It looked great on her.

All through the early evening, she had tugged on the hem of the

shirt, modestly trying to lengthen it. By about 10:00 PM, she'd given

up on it, too drunk to care, and treating Mulder with an eyeful of

pale skin above the wide, black belt every time she raised her arms.

Just a flash, but enough to make him crazy.

One of the waitresses serving a tray full of tooters, a shot served in

a test tube, sashayed onto the stage. She was pretty, close to

Scully's height, with dark hair and eyes and plump, red lips. The

blonde said something to Scully, nodding at her response and

turned back to the crowded bar. "Everybody, this is Dana! She just

told me this is her first time in the Big Easy, so we're going to give

her a proper New Orleans welcome, whaddya say?"

Whoops and hollers erupted from the rambunctious crowd. The
wa
waitress on stage placed one tooter in the waistband of her

tight, black pants and one between her half-exposed breasts,

pushing herself forward as an offering to Scully. Scully's eyes

widened momentarily, to be quickly replaced with a wicked grin

Mulder had never seen outside the bedroom. What was she up to?

In a small huddle, the three conspired - God only knew what, then

the blonde turned to speak to the crowd over the loud music.

"Looks like the birthday girl's a little nervous," she grinned

widely. "She says she'll take the shot only if Amber goes too.

S'that alright with you guys?" Her enthusiastic call was answered

with even more enthusiastic shouts of glee, mainly from the male

patrons.

Mulder, however, remained silent. Shocked beyond belief and

more than a little excited, he sat there with his mouth hanging

wide-open.

Scully giggled behind her hand before her features went serious

in concentration. Pulling her hair back to the side, she offered an

unobstructed view of her luscious, full lips slowly wrapping

themselves around the tube at the waitresses belly before sliding

it out of the waistband and throwing her head back. Smiling

around the tube she held between her teeth, she turned to her

audience in victory.

After doing a quick little dance to the music, she handed the

empty tube to the waitress. Amber then placed it in the tray and

slipped the tooter she held in her cleavage into Scully's shirt.

Trapping the red concoction between two, pert breasts, Scully

pushed her chest forward in a wanton imitation of the other

woman, dropping her eyes seductively as she waited for Amber to

take her turn. As she did, Scully tilted her head back for better

access and placed a shaky hand on Amber's arm, which was lying

lightly on Scully's hip.

It was one of the most erotic things Mulder had ever seen, the

sight of his partner enjoying the touch of another woman. He

gripped the edge of the cocktail table and watched with darkened

eyes as the waitress placed a fresh tube between her breasts. She

stroked Scully's hair while she curved her sweet lips around it

and tossed her head back again, taking the drink like a pro.

Mulder's jeans tightened a bit more at the sight of the tube

pushed a little further than necessary into Scully's mouth. If he

didn't know any better, he would've thought that was intentional.

The final straw came when Amber ran a new tube up his

partner's stomach slowly, then backtracked to stick it into the

waist of her jeans. She pushed Scully's shirt up slightly and took her

time getting a grip on the glass. Scully's back arched and her eyes

closed completely.  She was trembling slightly against the

sensation of another woman's soft hair tickling the bare flesh of

her belly; gasping at the exhalation of breath hitting warmly on

her skin as the tube was carefully extracted and downed.

Once they were finished, the blonde called for a round of

applause, and even hinted at a possible encore as Mulder

impatiently dragged Scully toward the open door.

He never saw the exchange between the three women as he

and Scully exited the bar.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Walking briskly through crowded Bourbon Street, they passed the

shop where Mulder had bought a voodoo doll because it bore a

slight resemblance to Alex Krycek. It was crudely dressed in a

fireman's uniform, though Scully didn't even want to ponder the

reasoning behind that. They also breezed by the gift shop where

Scully had insisted on grabbing up a couple magnets and a jazz CD

that same afternoon. These places were little more than a blur as

Mulder navigated through the sea of masked, beaded and feather-

boa'd tourists. Somewhere in the back of her alcohol-addled mind,

Scully recalled promising herself a blue boa of her

own as a flippant indulgence before they left town.

Without warning, Mulder pulled her into a small space between

two buildings.

"Jesus, Scully," he rasped out, pressing her to the wall with his

body. "Were you trying to make me crazy back there?"

"Maybe," she answered and gasped as his teeth caught hold of her

earlobe. His hot breath in her ear snaked a warm trail down her body

that pooled in her lower belly, her face white-hot and tingly from the

sensation. He lowered his nibbling kiss to her neck. "Mmm, Mulderrr,"


she moaned. The sound vibrated from her throat, into his mouth.

He lifted her leg up with one hand, pressing his hardened cock

desperately against her center. Both shivered from the contact.

Suddenly, she wasn't feeling as much of the affects of the drinks

she'd consumed. He was burning the alcohol right out of her.

It was with sheer willpower Scully was able to push Mulder away.

At his hurt and confused look, she mumbled, "Hotel," and pulled

him by the wrist, back out into the crowd. Thank God the hotel

onlyonly a block away, she thought.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"You're in big trouble, Baby," Mulder said, backing her up

against the bed with a predatory grin as he jerked his shirt over

his head. Scully bit her lip, hitting the backs of her knees on

the edge of the mattress.

"You promise?" she said. Lowering herself, she spread out on the

coverlet and stretched on her side like a cat, arching her back

as she purred.

"Oh-ho!" Mulder half-laughed, "You are so gonna get it." He
leapt

on the bed, causing Scully to squeal with delight. They

accidentally rolled over the remote, startling themselves as

dialogue from 'Quantum Leap' boomed from the television. Mulder

quickly snapped the set off and went back to work. He licked and

nipped at her throat, hastily pulling her shirt and bra off to rub the

tight peaks of her nipples against the tickling coarseness of his chest

hair. She shuddered, pulling his head down to suckle at her breasts.

Flicking his tongue at each before latching his mouth onto them,

he teased her mercilessly, blowing on the puckered, wet skin at

intervals to make her squirm beneath him. He pulled back long

enough to shimmy her jeans and panties down her legs and tossed

them over the edge of the bed.

Scully rose to her knees and pushed him backward, catching him

off-guard. "I think you're the one who's in trouble, Mulder," she

said breathlessly. She slowly unzipped his jeans, purposely

grazing her knuckles over his erection as she did so. Once his

pants and boxers were off, she settled down on top of Mulder's

lap. He shifted in impatience. Trapping his cock between his

stomach and her folds, she tortured him with slow, grinding

movements as she licked and bit at his bottom lip.

"What's the matter, Mulder?" she asked wickedly. "Aren't
you-"

grind, "comfortable?"


ot;Bot;Better stop that," he warned.

She pushed against him once more, "Why? What are you going to do

about it?"

"This," he replied and quickly flipped her onto her back.

"Teasing isn't nice, Scully. I think you need to be taught a

lesson." With that, he brought his hand to tease at her coppery

mound of hair while suckling and nibbling her nipples. Scully

arched helplessly against his hand, but he always kept out of

reach. It was killing her, this lack of real contact, very much

like the wings of a butterfly beating softly against her. It did

nothing to soothe the ache, only

serving to intensify the throbbing.

Finally, he stopped. As Scully whimpered in protest, he scooped

her up off the bed and deposited her on top of the

dresser. Hooking his arms under each knee, he tilted her slightly

and pressed at her opening. "Do you know how close I came to

ravaging you on the street tonight, Baby?" Scully's eyes went

wide, but she shook her head. "That was a very naughty thing you did up

on that stage." He slowly pushed his way inside her. "But you

know that, don't you?" His voice cracked.

"Yesss," she replied. Tossing her head back, she arched into his

body and waited for him to move.

"How did it feel? Did you like the way her soft hands felt on

your body?" She shivered in response and he pulled out slightly,

then thrust back into her roughly, causing her to gasp in

surprise. "Did you enjoy the feel of her hair against your skin?"

He pulled out again, then thrust forward when she didn't reply.

She sucked in a breath, "Oh, God!"


Mulder shook his head and repeated the action. "That doesn't

answer my question, Agent Scully. Care to try again?" He buried

his face into her sweaty neck, barely able to retain theer oer of

speech. She was so wet, so perfectly snug around him. It was all

he could do to keep from pumping into her like a madman. But his

insatiable curiosity kept the impulse at bay. He had to know this

more exotic side of her.

In an unconvincing display of defiance, Scully

straightened and answered, "It was alright."

"Hmm… Didn't look just 'alright' to me. It looked like you took

pleasure in touching that waitr- an- and having her touch you."

He pushed into her, delighting in the soft moans as he

rhythmically thrust in and out. Scully knocked over the

complimentary gift basket containing a dozen apples, a tub of

caramel dip, a faux pearl-handled knife and some cinnamon-scented

votive candles. They clattered to the floor, forgotten.

"Do you want to do it again, Baby?" he prodded. Scully wrapped

her legs around his waist, grabbing onto the edge of the dresser

for dear life. "Does it feel dangerous to you? Is that what you

like? I bet you do. I bet you love to play the bad girl, don't you?"

Scully bit her lip, fighting the waves of pleasure that washed

over her, black and crimson behind her eyelids. Her legs, slick

with perspiration, slid up and down Mulder's back, desperate to

cling to something solid.

With supreme effort, Mulder continued. "Answer me, Scully. Do you

want to do it again?"

She couldn't let herself answer that - could she? But this was

just too good, too damn incredible to do anything that might make

him stop. She thought about the brunette and the soft texture of

her hair and skin, the fruity perfume she wore, mingling with the

smoke and alcohol in the bar. She remembered the feeling of freedom up

on that stage, a heady concoction of both fear and adrenaline

that somehow combino mao make her feel almost like she was

flying. She was liberated from the strict hold she normally

inflicted upon herself; shaking from the excitement of having

another woman's body so close to her as it shared her personal

space. It felt dangerous and decidedly wicked, the arousal it

brought.

"Yes," she whispered. The sound was barely audible.

"Say it louder," he demanded between thrusts.

"Yesss!" she clenched around him, tossing her head back against

the mirror in pure rapture, while Mulder grunted his release into

her sweaty neck.

Breathing heavily against each other, they leaned limply against

the dresser and each other as the warm Louisiana breeze drifted

over them from the open sliding glass door. Below their balcony,

Bourbon Street languidly shifted in a mass of bodies, searching

for the next amusement.

~ The End ~

~ Challenge Elements ~

1) A Voodoo doll

2) A cinnamon-scented votive candle

3) A show with Scott Bakula in it

4) A doll dressed as a fireman the vaguely reminds someone of

Krycek or Doggett

5) A blue feather boa

6) An apple and a tub of caramel dip, together