Title: Wanna Play?
Author: Peach
Email address: Peach1250@hotmail.com
Fandom: X-Files
Pairings: ?
Warnings: None
Rating: NC17
Date: 08/19/03
Archive: If posted to your list
Website: http://us.oocities.com/peach1250/index.html
Disclaimer: The characters of Skinner, Krycek, Scully, Mulder, Doggett and the X-Files belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and the Fox Network. No copyright Infringement is intended no money is being made.
Summary: ?
Notes: For Ursula and Peja.

 

 

He was sitting in a corner when he saw her walk in. He wasn't the only one whose head turned to watch as the beauty in the little black dress crossed to take a seat at the bar. He watched as she turned down man after man who sat next to her, refusing all offers to buy her a drink.

After a few minutes she stood up and wandered over to the jukebox. The music that soon poured out of the old Wurlitzer brought a grin to his face. Walter had seen them perform before they were famous. He'd always liked a man with nice hands, so Steven was his whacking off material that night.

Every man there followed with his eyes as she danced. After Steven stopped singing, Roland's voice came on to explain how 'She drives me crazy'. Looking around, Walter was sure that the hedonistic dance that caused the black dress to fly up exposing the straps of a garter belt and a couple of inches of creamy skinned thigh was driving most of the men crazy.

By the time Frankie was telling them to 'Relax', not a single man in the bar obeyed. Then the pace changed, and 'God I feel like hell tonight' husked out of Sheryl's mouth. Her eyes were closed as she swayed to the slower beat. Her ruby red lips moved as she sang along with the song.

As she reached 'cause you can't change the way I am, are you strong enough to be my man?' her eyes opened and locked with Walter's.

He found himself on his feet and moving onto the dance floor. When he reached for her, she slithered into his arms, molding her body to his. They swayed together through the rest of the song. The last 'please don't leave' was whispered into his ear.

He tightened one arm around her; with the other he cupped her face. The kiss was slow, unhurried, filled with promises he knew wouldn't be believed. After he ended the kiss, she pulled away from his arms, leading him across the room. She retrieved her purse, opened it to drop a bill on the bar then pulled him along out onto the street.

Walter ignored the stray comments he heard about the woman wanting a daddy. He cared little for their perception of him. He followed her into the hotel down the block. In the elevator they stood next to each other barely touching.

The room was comfortable with a king-size bed. She took his jacket when he slipped out of it and hung it up. Walking to the small dresser, she poured him a glass of his favorite scotch.

"Make yourself comfortable, I won't be long."

The bathroom door closed behind her as he worked his tie off with one hand. He kicked off his shoes as he drained his glass. Setting it down, he turned down the bed, noticing the supplies on the night table. Not wanting to appear too anxious, he left his pants on but stripped off his shirt.

He heard water running, then silence. The bathroom door opened and she came back into the room. She smiled at him, before going over to make herself a drink.

After she sipped a little of it she asked. "Did you enjoy my dancing?"

"Very much. The other men there were jealous that you chose me."

"They weren't right for me."

"I'm honored that you feel I am."

Gesturing toward him, she asked, "Is that what you consider getting comfortable?"

"I didn't want to appear to be taking the outcome for granted."

"Even after seeing the items laid out by the bed?"

"I admit they gave me hope." He grinned at her soft chuckle.

She put the glass down and prowled toward him. When she was close enough, he pulled her against him. This kiss was deeper than the one in the bar; his tongue sought entrance and she allowed it. When they drew back, he grinned at her.

"You taste good."

"So do you."

They backed up to the bed and when they reached it, Walter sat with his back to the wall. She pulled her dress up, straddled him and bent for another kiss. Walter slid his hands along the nylon-covered legs, then up and around to squeeze an ass that was covered by only the minutest strip of cloth.

She moaned, he squeezed and kneaded her cheeks as they kissed. She gasped against his mouth as he popped the small scrap of material between her cheeks loose from the band around her waist. Then his fingers were slipping between her cheeks to rub against her small puckered hole.

Throwing her head back to suck in much needed air, she sighed as his teeth found her throat. Her back arched as a finger pushed up inside her already slick passage.

"You made yourself ready for me."

"Yes!"

"Good girl."

Her hands tore frantically at his belt buckle as he slipped his finger in and out of her. She ripped his pants open and spread them far enough apart to get to his cock.

"Need you, want you." Her words whimpered against his ear as he probed her a little deeper.

"Raise up, baby."

She did as she was told and actually whined at him, as his finger was pulled free. Holding her hip with one hand, he pushed his dick back until it was resting against her tight hole.

He looked deep into her eyes. "Take me when you're ready, baby."

She moaned, her pink tongue slipping out to moisten her lips, and then with a wicked grin, she dropped onto him.

"Jesus!"

She clung to him, sitting still until they both regained some control.

Nipping at his ear lightly she told him. "I just love a man with a big dick."

"And I just love a girl in a little black dress who likes taking it up the ass."

Her laughter was such a merry sound, he couldn't resist joining her in it. But then she looked at him with a serious expression once more and started to move. He held her hips to guide her, watching her face as she fucked herself on him.

They shared kisses as the desire spiked higher. He knew he couldn't hold on much longer, so he whispered his love to her. Pulling down hard on her hips, he surged upward and emptied into her body. She whimpered and ground herself against him.

When his body slumped, his hands moved forward along a flat belly. Pushing aside the tattered remains of the lace panties, he grasped the hidden treasure. A few long strokes, a soft cry, and his hand was filled with fluid. She slumped against his chest panting.

Pulling his hands out from between them, he reached for the small towel on the bedside table. Giving his hand a perfunctory wipe, he dropped the towel and wrapped his arms around his lover. When they were both breathing normally again they headed to the bathroom for a long soak in the tub.

Settled in the hot water, Walter held his lover close. A sigh of contentment came from him as the last bit of tension from his day melted away with the heat of the water.

"Hard day, Walter?"

"Yes it was. Thank you, by the way."

"For what?"

"Playing games with me."

"Why wouldn't I? I love you."

"I bet Scully wouldn't dress up like a man for Mulder."

"Eww, I could have lived without that image."

Walter chortled against Alex's throat; "She wouldn't look nearly as good dressed as a man as you do dressed as a woman."

"If you want to do this again you're going to have to buy me new panties."

"Admit it, Alex, it makes you hot when I tear your clothes off you."

"White, virginal lace ones next time."

"Do I get to be a lecherous old man and seduce you?"

"Why do you think I want white?"

The end.

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