Title: Conjecture
Author: Emily Sim
Email: xf_emily_sim@yahoo.ca
Rating: Mature Adults Only!
Category: Smut, post-ep
Spoilers: One Son
Disclaimer: still don't own them, I always put them back
clean when I'm done.
Thanks: to Tali for speedy beta (really speedy beta!)
Feedback: would be really nice!
Written for the Fando Challenge


Conjecture

By Emily Sim

She arched above him, her fingernails biting into his flesh. She could see the marks that 
would be left. How dare that woman think he belonged to her? Her claim came first, he 
was hers first. She was invested long before Dana Scully came around. All of it was hers 
first. The scene in the decontamination shower flashed before her. She remembered 
Scully's eyes roving over him. Bitch. She leaned down and bit a nipple, eliciting a moan 
from him, but he kept his eyes closed, pulled her closer, squeezing her ass. 

"Good, so good, Diana." He was breathless, the words coming out on top of a low groan.

She closed her eyes, letting his words sink into her, just as he was doing. He pulled 
roughly on a nipple. It was driving her crazy. She loved it a little rough, and he never 
disappointed her. 

"You like that, baby?"

"God, yes, do it again." Both of his hands now covered both breasts, teasing, soft and 
gentle. She waited, she knew this game well. She loved being on top, loved it because it 
allowed him to touch her like this. She felt the pressure increase as he pinched and 
twisted, and felt her nipples respond by getting even harder. Using him as leverage she 
lifted up until just the tip of him remained and slammed back down, the full length of him 
causing a delicious ache to begin deep within. She did it again and he tried to meet her as 
best he could from underneath her. She didn't know how long she would last. He 
straightened his legs and she took the hint, splaying hers around his, gripping his hips 
with her knees, her toes curled trying to gain purchase on the satin sheets.  

"I need more. Rougher, harder." He obliged, and lifting his knees up, changed the angle, 
She was almost there.

"Better?"

"Good, that's good."

"Who owns you, baby?" She moaned as his hands left her breasts and moved down, 
stopping at her hips. She wiggled, trying to push them where she needed them. 

With her eyes closed his image was clear. Hazel eyes darkened in lust, sweat licking his 
forehead, lips pulled tight in ecstasy as he got closer. "You do, you own me."

She felt his hands grip her ass cheeks, pulling them apart. Feeling his finger drag along 
her crack, gathering moisture was making her crazy. She'd forgotten how good he was at 
this. She leaned toward him in anticipation, just far enough to push one breast into his 
mouth. He bit down as he simultaneously pushed one finger past her puckered hole and 
the other roughly tweaked her clitoris. That was all it took and she came hard, pulling 
him along with her. His groans accompanied her shrieks in an odd blending of sounds. 
She collapsed onto him, spent.

"Diana?"

"Hmm." She didn't want to move, to spoil the images floating in her mind.

"You need to let me up, baby."

She rolled off. The moment was gone. She opened her eyes to meet his as he loomed over 
her. 

"Has it been so long that you've forgotten?" 

She took a deep breath. "No, I haven't forgotten."
 
"I always need a cigarette immediately after." Spender reached across her to retrieve his 
Morley's.

She rolled over and closed her eyes, trying to recapture the images she had been playing 
but they were gone.