Title: Right on the Nose

Author: mimic117

Email: mimic1172@gmail.com

Rating: As NC-17 as they come! So to speak...

Category: MSR, PWP smut -- my apologies

Setting: Around season 6 or 7-ish, but in this world, 
they're already in an established relationship.

Summary: It's all in the angle.

Archive: I'll do Gossamer and Ephemeral myself, thanks. 
Anyone else is free to do as they will.

Disclaimer: I'm not making any money from this -- obviously. 
If I was, I'd be living in Malibu somewhere near DD's house. 
They're not mine. I'm just playing with them for a while.

Author's Notes: This is for Shelly because she's been waiting 
very patiently. Mostly. This "orul secks" is for you, peanut.
Happy Berfdae.

Beta thanks to Audu2 for jumping onboard in a New York 
minute and giving it a thumbs-up.

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Right on the Nose
by mimic117


Mulder didn't quite know what to do with his nose.

He couldn't remember ever having this problem before. But 
then he also couldn't remember the last time he'd had mutual 
oral sex with anyone. In the past, he'd always traded off with 
his partner. I'll do you, then you do me. *Had* he ever done a 
"sixty-nine"? 

Trust Scully to find something new for them to try.

Their sexual relationship was still so fresh, there was a lot 
left to explore. He wouldn't have counted on them reaching this 
particular point for at least a couple more weeks, but then 
Scully never was one to hold back when she wanted something.

Today she wanted to "sixty-nine."

A fun idea, but it didn't answer the question of where to put his 
nose. The fact that Scully was very enthusiastically holding up 
her end of the arrangement wasn't helping him to focus on the 
problem, either. Her sweet little ass wiggled above his face as 
she straddled his body, licking his cock and sucking and pulling 
and squeezing and damn whatever she just did felt *really* 
good. He needed to figure this out so he could make her feel 
as good before he reached the point of no return.

The problem wasn't so much that he *had* a nose as the size 
of it. If he tried to suck on her clit, he'd end up penetrating 
her with his proboscis. If he put his tongue in her slit, his 
schnozz would go straight up her ass. Neither one sounded 
like it would be fun for him or feel all that good to her. And 
right now it was ALL about feeling good. If she was on her back 
with his head between her legs, there wouldn't be any problem at 
all. He could lick her as much as he wanted and rub her clit 
with the end of his nose. He'd done it before and she seemed 
to enjoy it. But not like this. It was far too awkward when 
you had a nose as big as his, but this was the position Scully 
wanted.

She abruptly sucked straight to the top of his dick and then 
released him with a loud pop.

"There usually isn't a lot of thinking involved in this activity, 
Mulder," she said. "I hope you're not back there just enjoying 
the view."

She swallowed his length again and it was all he could do not 
to buck her onto the floor. How was he supposed to think AND 
go down on her at the same time while she was doing that? No 
wonder "I'll do you, you do me" worked so much better. 

He had to try, though. It was only fair.

Mulder dove toward Scully's fragrant folds with tongue extended. 
His first swipe elicited a sharp inhale and a sudden tightening 
of her cheeks on his penis.

If she kept that up, he was going to leave her high and dry very 
shortly.

He redoubled his efforts with the anticipated results -- the end 
of his nose nudged her wrinkled back door every time he stuck 
his tongue between her lips. She didn't seem to mind, judging 
by her moans and ass wiggling. Apparently he was wrong. It 
WAS fun for her. He wasn't getting as big a kick out of it, 
though. Consciously, he knew she was squeaky clean -- she'd 
actually squeaked a time or two while they were in the shower, 
washing each other. But subconsciously, it just wasn't doing 
anything for him.

He'd heard of rim jobs, but he didn't think this was what they 
meant. 

A new plan was in order, but before he could come up with 
one, he came. 

Hard.

Without any warning. 

One minute, he was trying to focus on a way to give back the 
pleasure he was getting while having his brains sucked out 
through his dick. The next minute, Scully had scraped her nails 
across his balls as she was kneading them and that was it. His 
orgasm didn't even creep up on him -- it exploded in his gut, 
clenching muscles tight, white-hot waves of release pulsing 
through his shaft. He barely had time to gasp before he was 
shooting his load right into her mouth, completely incapable of 
stopping or returning the favor.

Mulder collapsed limply onto the bed, arms thrown over his 
head, eyes closed, winded and spent. He felt the mattress dip 
and sway as Scully moved, but he couldn't be bothered to 
crack an eyelid to see what she was doing. 

Until he felt her ass settle on his chest. He peeked under his 
lids enough to see that she was kneeling astride his chest, 
facing him. Which meant he was not only getting a close-up 
gander at her swollen clit poking out of her pubic hair, but 
also of her fisted hands resting on her naked hips. 

He'd left her high and dry, just as he'd been afraid he would. 

"Mulder..." She was pissed at him, too.

"Sorry, Scully." His voice was raspier than usual and he 
cleared his throat. "I did my best. You're just too good for 
my self-control."

She huffed and straightened up on her knees. "So what am I 
supposed to do NOW?" 

His eyes popped open. Her position change was perfect! Clever 
Scully. She'd solved the problem for him and didn't even know it.

He grabbed her hips, sat up and latched onto her clit. Scully let 
out a screech and fell forward, slapping her palms against the 
wall behind the bed. It was exactly the right angle. 

Mulder nibbled her hard bud for a few seconds, then pulled her 
in closer so he could lap at her folds. His nose automatically 
rubbed up against her clit, as he'd known it would. He could 
already feel her legs trembling and the volume of her moans 
was increasing at a rapid rate. All he needed to do was move 
back to her clit and nip ...

Scully went rigid in his grasp, shaking and panting as he 
swiped his tongue up her slit over and over again. He 
gradually slowed his caresses until she sagged away from the 
wall, barely holding herself up on weak legs. Her head 
drooped as Mulder helped her to slide down his body and 
stretch out next to him. 

They lay quietly for a moment before she murmured sleepily, 
"We were supposed to do that together. That's what makes it a 
sixty-nine."

Mulder chuckled and kissed the top of her head. "If you weren't 
such an expert, I would have lasted longer."

She sighed. "Guess I'm just too good for my own good."

"Don't worry, Scully," he said. "We'll do it again soon. I 
promise." 

She grumbled and snuggled into his side. Mulder rubbed her 
back as he relaxed into sleep. 

Next time, maybe *he* should be the one straddling *her* 
body. That had possibilities. Crouched over her curls, cock 
dangling in her mouth... Although there was still the problem 
of what to do with his nose. That's what caused the delay which
led to him leaving her behind. He'd need to figure out something 
different. 

He yawned. Well, he didn't need to solve it right away. 
There would be time enough to work out a mutually agreeable 
solution. 

Even if it took a while, at least they'd have fun trying.

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THE END

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