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They’d been snowed in since Sunday and were quite content with that fact. The hospital told Scully to stay at home and they had stocked up on supplies in preparation for the storm that was predicted to be one of the worst Farrs Corner had seen since the early 90s. The generator was ready to kick in if they lost power. Mulder had chopped loads of wood for the fireplace. They were warm and happy and taking full advantage of this cozy impromptu staycation.
Having already succeeded in their mission to fuck in every room of the unremarkable house, they returned to their favorite spot in front of the fireplace. A red flannel blanket lay on the floor along with some pillows and Scully’s vibrator. Something about the warm glow from the hearth and the shifting shadows made them take their time.
They made out at length, occasionally stopping to drink wine straight from the bottle. It was a rich pinot noir and they had nearly finished it off. Scully pulled the bottle from her lips and a drop ran down her chin like a blood red jewel. Mulder lapped it up, lush and salty, then devoured her mouth.
He laid her down and slowly stripped her naked. Her curves were soft, holding the flickering light on the smooth planes of her skin and velvety dark shadows in every contour of her lithe and supple form. Mulder set out to explore it all, with his fingers, his lips, his tongue, and the entire length of his solid frame draped over her.
She whimpered at the sound of the vibrator buzzing to life, anticipating that euphoric rush when he first touched the toy to her already heated and sensitive skin. Tonight he started with a nipple, the humming tip circling her tight, rosy bud. Her back arched and she hissed in pleasure. He teased her, delighting in every soft mewl and the way the freckles dusted across her chest darkened as she became flushed.
Scully sucked in a breath when he put the toy between her legs. The exhale came out stilted and frustrated...the vibe had stopped vibing.
“Hm,” he hummed inquisitively, pressing the buttons on the base to no avail. Scully, propped up on her elbows, looked on with heavy breaths and a dwindling patience. It remained lifeless and useless.
“You didn’t charge it?”
“I did,” Mulder frowned, smacking the toy against his palm.
Scully took it from him and tossed it aside, then wrapped her hand around his massive cock. “I see this is charged and ready to go,” she purred.
They fucked into the wee hours, the fire merely faint embers by the time they were finally spent.
***
Scully placed a mug on the kitchen table in front of Mulder who had all but completely taken apart the busted vibrator. “It’s dead.”
“Bummer,” said Scully.
He laughed when he saw her latte art in the cup—a white, foamy dick floated atop the creamy espresso. “You’re getting good.”
Scully chuckled and went about making her own. Mulder watched her expertly pack the fine grounds into the portafilter, tamp them down, and pull a perfect double shot with a rich layer of caramel-colored crema on top. She then frothed steamed milk with a handheld frother and poured it into the mug with a cheeky grin on her face.
“Let’s see it,” Mulder said. She showed him, giggling and proud. A pair of tits swirled enticingly with perky milk-white tips. “It’s your finest yet, Scully.”
The rest of their day was spent leisurely while the storm raged outside—a game of Scrabble, some reading, a nap. They awoke from their midday slumber to chilly darkness; the power had gone out at last. Scully set lit candles all around and Mulder built a fire; the atmosphere now soft and romantic.
It put them right in the mood for love making so they set up the place in front of the fire once again. Things got going hot and heavy pretty quickly. Mulder made his way down her body and planted wet open-mouth kisses along her inner thigh. Then he heard a buzzing.
He lifted his head, brow furrowed. “How’d you get the vibe to work?”
Scully smirked. “I didn’t.” She showed him what was in her hand.
“Is that...is that our milk frother?”
“Yeah,” answered Scully, beaming. “I just snapped off the whisk attachment and ‘buzz buzz.’” She pressed the button and poked him in the ribs with the MacGyvered vibe.
Mulder huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, wow, well, that’s quite inventive...in a desert island porn movie kind of a way,” he said, impressed, then he quirked a mock-serious look to her. “How are we going to froth our milk now, Scully? Did you think of that?”
Scully crawled into his lap. “Would you rather drink a latte,” she said in a low, seductive voice. “Or lick my frothy pussy?” She brought the wand down between them where his erect dick was pressed up against her sex and buzzed it.
Mulder gulped. “The latter,” he squeaked. “I mean, the latte-r.” He was unable to pass up the cheesy pun and Scully couldn't help but laugh.
He ate her out and took his time, using the frother to tease her swollen lips along with his own. Her moans deepend to a growl—a sound Mulder had never heard emanate from her. He stuck his tongue inside her and firmly pressed the makeshift toy to her plump clit.
Scully erupted when she came. A scream ripped from her throat and arousal gushed out of her. He didn’t stop—he lapped up her juices and increased the pressure of the vibe on her clit. And he was rewarded with a spray of warm, decadent wetness all over his face.
Mulder slowed his ministrations and lifted his head only when her body had ceased its orgasmic trembling. He crawled up and hovered over her so she could see the evidence of the intense climax he had given her.
She looked at him, eyes wide. “Did I..?” He nodded, licked his glistening lips and hummed, “So frothy.” Her cheeks blushed a deep red and she bit her lip demurely. “Now this,” Mulder said, gesturing to his cum-dappled face, “is your latte art masterpiece, Scully.” At that, Scully broke out into giddy giggles. “I don’t think you’ll be able to top this,” quipped Mulder.
Scully sat up and met his eyes. “Is that a challenge?” Mulder wagged his eyebrows at her. “A challenge to top you?”
“Yeah, baby,” he cooed. “Pull me like you pull those shots. Go all barista on my dick.”
She couldn’t keep up the seriousness of the seduction and a huge smile spread on her face. She fully intended to top him and hopefully make him come as hard as he had made her, but right now she was cackling way too hard, her cheeks wet, not with cum, but with tears of laughter.