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TXF/Sex Ed - Introspection

Follow up - Mulder joins Scully as they sit down with Dr. Milburn

“I don’t know about this woman Scully,” Mulder said as they approached the house settled up in the hills. Mulder had been having second thoughts all day, but the closer they got the bigger the ache in his stomach grew.

“The least we can do is be cordial. Her son is dating our daughter,” Scully returned and fixed her violet skirt over her knee.

“Don’t remind me,” Mulder grumbled.

“He’s a sweet boy.”

“ He’s not my concern.”

Scully consoled him, skimming his knee and tracing the inside of his thigh. For a moment he considered taking the scenic route. “She can take care of herself,” Scully reminded him. “She takes after her father.” Scully fluttered her lashes and flashed him an innocent smile.

“That’s what I’m worried about,” Mulder returned.

Inside Jean’s home office, perched on her chairs, Mulder hadn’t been there five minutes before he had decided they had overstayed. He must have missed the memo that it was long skirt day as Jean had on a pleated black one that went well with Scully’s plum. Her dress was more conservative than the last time they had met. A simple black silk blouse with basic designs accompanied by a silver choker. This blouse, like the one before was knotted in the front. Mulder wondered if maybe she had a fetish where men were required to chew it open using only their teeth while strapped to a Texas Longhorn. Or maybe he was just in the mood for a juicy ribeye.

“Six years? But why?” Jean asked perplexed, pulling Mulder’s attention back towards the conversation.

“It wasn’t worth risking our friendship,” Scully answered.

“But you were attracted to each other?” Her probing gaze narrowed over her glasses. “I mean, you undressed for him on your first case.”

Mulder attempted to come to Scully’s rescue, but stumbled. “Well, that’s only proof that we were just friends because even though her soft, porcelain skin reflecting off the warm candle’s glow was close enough for me to reach my tongue out and lick it, I didn’t.”

“You are an odd bird aren’t you?” Jean responded with upturned lips.

Now it was Scully’s turn. “Someone who is more than a friend doesn’t restrain their obvious erection in their waistband while I check him for head wounds or allow me to nurse him to health naked in a bath and have nothing happen. Several times I might add. Not to mention shower together with little more than a glance.”

Jean’s eyebrows raised almost meeting her hairline. “Well, okay.. You spent the night together frequently when you were platonic?” They both nodded. “Hmm... Inhibited sexual desire perhaps.”

“We had desires,” Scully said sounding almost insulted.

Jean addressed Mulder. “Do you believe your proclivities for porn became an addiction? Perhaps masking intimacy issues?”

“No,” Mulder said shortly crossing his legs, immediately finding it uncomfortable and uncrossing them.

“When you had other relationships, it didn’t interfere?”

Mulder and Scully exchanged some knowing looks. Scully answered. “No… well... we worked through it.”

Jean crossed her legs to rest her portfolio. “Well this might be something worth exploring, how did they end?”

“Badly,” they both said in unison.

“How’s that?” Suddenly, very intrigued at their shared, quick response.

“They all died,” Scully said innocently.

“Pardon?” Jean asked pulling her glasses to the end of her nose so she could peak out the top.

“All our exes… They’re dead,” Mulder repeated, shrugging.

“Did you kill them?” Jean asked in her delightful sarcasm.

They paused and frowned. “No.”

“Are you certain?”

“Phoebe is still alive,” Mulder reminded Scully.

A line formed between Scully’s brows as they tried to merge. “And how would you know that?”

“I-I don’t,” Mulder stammered back, shifting in his seat. “I just know she left us alive.”

Okay,” Jean interrupted realizing the conversation was going nowhere. “Let’s fast forward shall we? If you weren’t having a sexual relationship with others and you weren’t having one with each other then how were you releasing your sexual desires? All self stimulation?”

She arched a brow as Mulder and Scully glanced at one another.

“I’ll admit I am a bit baffled,” Jean continued, shaking her head. “It’s obvious you were attracted to one another, there’s a clear devotion, whether you saw it or not you were in an exclusive relationship with each other. Why go all those years with only masturbatory gratification if the answer was right there?”

“My father,” Mulder finally murmured, defeated.

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” Jean said pushing her black frames back towards her face. “And how did your father stall your sexual relationship?”

“He abducted Scully, stole her ova, medically raped her, experimented on children, made secret deals with aliens…”

“So pretty normal then,” Jean sighed, at a loss for another response. She turned to address Scully. “This trauma affected you.”

Scully swallowed hard shaking her head and wringing her hands. “Maybe it did.”

Scully glowed at Mulder taking his hand. “Mulder was patient with me. He’s been an incredible pillar of strength.”

“And he waited,” Jean said a little stunned. It was obvious she had yet to come across a couple so dedicated and committed without even pretense or labels.

“He did,” she said squeezing Mulder’s hand, and he squeezed hers in return.

“Did you feel responsible?” Jean asked, blinking hard.

Mulder avoided eye contact. “Yes. I’ve always taken responsibility for my father’s actions. Especially when it came to Scully.”

“Given your abduction,” Jean turned the page reading some of her previous notes. “Excuse me, multiple abductions, by several men, do you see that affecting your need for control in the bedroom.”

Scully gave Mulder a knowing glare. “Possibly.”

“I have some workbooks the two of you could be greatly helped by if you're interested, and aids to accompany them.”

Scully relented and gave her a nervous nod.

“Do you believe your son had a lot to do with your breakup?” She asked Mulder taking the pressure off of Scully.

“Scully suffered privately, she... I think it had a lot to do with my depression and when 2012 came and went it was like all our sacrificing was for nothing,” Mulder answered, scoffing, his eyes barely containing his pain.

“2012?”

“The armageddon,” he deadpanned.

Jean nodded and comforted her bottom lip with her tongue. “Right. Have you ever been on prescribed medication, Mr. Mulder?”

Mulder frowned, rolling his eyes. “No. Why do doctors always ask me that?”

Jean took a deep cleansing breath. “Let’s change tracks. You also mentioned a retarded ejaculation?”

“No need for name calling,” Mulder returned.

“Delayed ejaculation,” she restated. “Do you find it affecting your intimacy?”

“At times,” Scully answered.

“Dana, are you experiencing pain, dryness…”

“No, but I’ll have three orgasms before his one and we’re not young anymore. It can be exhausting,” Scully admitted and gestured towards Mulder’s smirking face.

“Th-r-e-e to one?” Jean said, her head physically retreating as if hit with her words.

Scully nodded.

Jean put her note folder down. “How about we take a break. Go out on the lanai?”

“That is a great idea,” Mulder said lifting himself up off the chair and holding a hand out for Scully.

“Do you know the way?” Jean asked as she put away her notes.

“Yes,” Scully acknowledged and led Mulder.

“Splendid! I’ll meet you in a moment.”

Jean returned carrying what Scully believed to be a vape. Scully watched her very casually lean against the railing and inhale deeply, holding the stick delicately between her fingers, tilting her head back exhaling systematically. A strange vision passed through Scully’s mind as if she was experiencing a preview of an orgasm Jean might experience.

“Do you partake?” She asked waving the smoke away from Scully’s eyes. It was obvious from the odor that there was much more than a nicotine based substance in the cartridge.

“No,” Scully answered not able to take her eyes off of it.

Jean held out the stick, “Would you like to try?”

Scully shook her head and smiled politely. “No, thank you.”

“Come on, Scully,” Mulder urged with a devious grin. “I’ve always wondered what you would do if you were that stoned.”

Not shying away from a dare, or maybe she just wanted to, Scully smiled warmly at Jean, gave Mulder a condescending blink of her eyes and held out her hand. Jean passed it to her.

Mulder laughed. “I never thought I’d see the day, Dana Katherine Scully, if only the nuns could see you now.”

Scully squinted her eyes at him and raised a brow, pushed the button and took a quick inhale without breaking eye contact. On the exhale Scully blew out large rings, only to back it up by filling the center forming an atomic bomb. Mulder pursed his lips.

“Okay, Mulder. Your turn,” she said smugly.

Mulder grabbed it away from her over exaggerating his exasperation and took a good clean long inhale and held it, his eyes starting to water and Scully could almost feel the burn. He let it out in a smooth long stream, a walking stick of haze.

“You’re fairly good at that,” Jean remarked.

Mulder shrugged, but seemed to answer Scully. “Langley.”

“Should have known,” She huffed.

The conversation dulled and Scully lost track of time. The view was breathtaking. Mountains and streams. Wildlife under a clear blue warm sky. She wasn’t certain how anyone else was doing, but she didn’t feel a thing. Maybe she was immuned or it was weak. She wondered if anyone else was having any luck.

Mulder had a goofy smile on his face, but that was nothing that unusual. Jean appeared to be in her own world. Scully looked back out at the trees and they moved, not from a breeze, no, they moved in waves as if marching. She swallowed and felt the cilia in her trachea push the saliva down her throat. Each individual hair. Deep cleansing breaths she thought to herself, but that only made her feel the air pass through each bronchi and then the bronchioles. She started to panic. Was she supposed to remember to breathe? Would her body forget to do it on its own?

She had to take a step back from the railing and convince herself she wasn’t indeed floating out of her body.

Scully excused herself and walked in the house in search of some water still uncertain if she was going to stop breathing, but that fear was overtaken by concern over feeling her heart pumping the blood into her veins. Oh, no she worried, did she have to keep track of that too? Had her involuntary actions shut down and pushed all the responsibility into her conscious mind? What if she forgot, would her heart stop beating?

Back from her water adventure she stepped out on the patio ready to be sober again, a little angered that she would have to wait a full two hours for that to occur. Scully stopped mid thought and saw bright crimson. Jean and Mulder were in a fit of laughter - about her? And Jean, was sneaking in little touches all over Mulder. She touched his arm, patted his back, reached way up and squeezed his shoulder. Ran her hand along his chest and stomach on her way down.

Mulder stumbled back, avoiding her touch, but Scully still saw red. Like a bitch was going to bleed, kind of red. She moved between the two of them in an odd haze of temper and THC, plastering herself to his side and pushing her roughly out of the way with her body. Scully ran her hand along the line of his chest and abdomen where Jean had touched, as if her touch could erase it. Jean was jostled by her sudden movement and clearly surprised.

Scully ignored her too busy staring at Mulder. “Why were you letting her touch you?” she asked him quietly.

Mulder looked half-amused. “Did you find some alcohol while you were gone? You’re acting a little…strange. You know you shouldn’t mix the two.”

Her anger immediately rushed into her cheeks, but was quickly replaced by embarrassment. Maybe she misinterpreted the situation. Her brain was spinning inside her skull trying to find an exit. And she wanted to leave, so she did, darting into the house and up the stairs searching for a bathroom to lock herself in.

Mulder found her in one of the bedrooms sitting on the bed with her head in her hands, never able to locate the bathroom. Without a word he approached her kneeling between her legs, drawing her close. She dropped her hands to his side and joined his Caspian seas which were currently eclipsed by his pupils. He was definitely feeling the effects as well.

“What does it do to you when someone else puts their hands on me Scully?” he asked delicately. “Even when it’s innocent, does it still make you that crazy? Like you might do something violent? After all these years, do you continue to get that sick feeling, deep in the pit of your stomach? Does it make your chest hurt, your insides clench, your brain freeze? Answer me Scully.” He moved against her as he spoke, speaking directly into her eyes, his tone so even it made her whole body shiver and she lost all coherent thought. Mulder was in a mood, he knew damn well how she felt when other women paid him attention and that was always dangerous. Yet, Scully entertained his questions.

“Yes,” Scully answered breathlessly, closing in on his lips. “Sometimes I don’t recognize the person I’ve become. You’re the only one that brings that out in me and I hate it.”

Mulder was adjusting her body as she spoke, bringing her hips to the very edge of the bed. “Good,” he said arrogantly stroking her hair and taking hold of her hand.

“Why is that good?” Scully asked, her eyes not able to leave his own, everything in the room floating around them.

“Because that’s exactly how I feel when someone even talks to you. It’s always been that way. I feel jealous, covetous.”

“Always?” She stroked his chest through his shirt, pausing at one of his nipples.

Mulder nodded in an exaggerated manner.

“From the first time I saw you run your tongue over that plump, dangerously sensual, bottom lip of yours.” Mulder reached for her lip with his teeth and sucked it into his mouth and Scully let out a harsh moan. Mulder released her only for his teeth to settle in on her earlobe. She closed her eyes and tilted her head so he could work his way down her neck. Her finger hardening the nipple underneath it.

“I want to feel your skin,” Scully demanded in her haze and thought, now she had done it. She had to touch him. That was worse than being high, an addiction to Mulder that ran through her veins. Now she couldn’t seem to focus on anything but touching more of him.

“Have you ever considered helping with an instruction video Mr. Mulder?” Jean asked, leaning against the doorway holding a cardboard box. “Because your penis would be a perfect demonstration model.”

Scully pulled away from Mulder, but she was so high and Jean’s voice so slow and distant she didn’t even mind that she was in the room. Scully lowered her gaze to see what had captivated Jean, following Mulder as he stood. Mulder’s jeans had bulged and were extended so profusely, it was borderline obscene.

Jean took long strides into the room and Scully laughed thinking her legs might be made of stilts. She sat the box on the desk. “This is actually my son’s room.”

“I apologize,” Scully said rosy cheeked. “I mistook it for the bathroom door.” Scully giggled. “Not that I used it for a bathroom.”

“Quite all right. A lot of people make that mistake.” Jean ran a hand through her hair. “Dana, I wasn’t trying to overstep my bounds.”

“No, no.” Scully said, shaking her head. “It’s me. I overreacted.”

“I brought the marital aids we were discussing. We could, very professionally, walk you through a scenario.” Jean held up three bars and flashed her addictively wide smile that Scully was forced to mimic. “And I brought some edibles, if you care to try. Pineapple delight.”

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