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[scullyverse]

Day 24: Deep Fantasies

Prompt: Face-Fucking & Cumplay Pairing: Mulder/Scully Rating: Explicit Words: 3,740 AO3 Link || Masterlist

🖤 Content warnings; mulder/scully, smut, plot what plot/porn without plot, shameless smut, dom/sub undertones, face-fucking, oral sex, blowjobs, deepthroating, rough oral sex, comeplay, come marking, masturbation 🖤

“Do you have any fantasies, Scully?”

“Do you have any fantasies?”

The question makes you pause in the motion of brushing your teeth, popping your head out of the bathroom with a questioning arch to your brow.

Mulder’s reclined in your bed, sheet tucked across his hips; just low enough to tease the beginnings of his neatly trimmed pubic hair. He’s got that playful, curious look in his eyes that makes your insides rumble warm and tingly.

Pulling the toothbrush from your lips, you swallow.

“Fantasies?” Your hip cocks to the side as you lean against the doorway. “What kind of fantasies are we talking about?”

You pray you sound more nonchalant than you feel.

There’s a hotness creeping up your chest and burning your ears because you know exactly what he’s alluding to.

And he knows it too, as he takes one look at your flushed cheeks and grins — that cheeky, obnoxious and totally, annoyingly, fuckable grin.

You only narrow your eyes at him when he chuckles before turning back into the bathroom to spit and rinse.

“Fantasies, Scully,” Mulder urges as you return to the bedroom and discard your robe. “You’re more than familiar with mine, but I want to know more of yours.” 

You're naked; with the exception of an elegant lace thong and he gives you a pleasant once over in approval as you climb into bed. 

His fingers are exceptionally gentle as they brush along your jutted hipbone when you turn to face him; head heavy in your hand. Once your nakedness was abashed in his presence, but you’re far too comfortable with him now to feel ashamed.

Your lips twitch into a small smile as his eyes flicker to your pert breasts — typical — before he looks back into your eyes with nothing but encouragement.

The two of you are far from being unadventurous in the bedroom — the numerous kinky encounters involving the toys in your bottom draw too many to count — but there’s still a slither of personal vulnerability lingering in your stomach at the thought of revealing such private, intimate, things.

Strong communication has never been your area of expertise.

Tossing your hair back, you watch him for a few moments as you lay your hand on his waist, rubbing your fingers in indiscriminate patterns. He must enjoy it because he hums appreciably and shuffles closer.

“You already know mine,” you try to brush the conversation off and lower your gaze in an attempt to hide the rosy blush tinting your cheeks. “We’ve already done them all.”

“You can tell me, Scully.”

Oh, how you hate that he knows you so well. 

He’s not teasing anymore as he tilts your head back up to look into your eyes. 

There is that one thing.

That one thing that’s been lingering around in your head for a while — something you can’t seem to shake but are reluctant to admit out loud. Because admitting it would bring those personal desires out into the open…and what then?

What if Mulder didn’t understand? Or what if he was repulsed by the idea?

Though most importantly — would you be able to allow yourself the luxury of succumbing to something that has, until now, gone against a lot of things you thought about yourself? 

That thought brings back the warm, tingly feeling into your stomach as you chew on your bottom lip; knowing that this time, there’s an element of tabooed excitement.

“There might be one thing,” your voice is hesitant, but your confidence is encouraged as Mulder pulls you closer — close enough that you can bury your head under his chin.

It helps that you don’t have to look him in the eye.

“Do you remember that video you were watching a few weeks ago?”

Mulder hums in thought. “You might have to be a little more specif-“

“The video of that man fucking that woman’s mouth.”

Your blurted answer is rushed and to the point — so much so that Mulder sucks in a sharp breath.

The tension in the air rapidly grows until the air feels thick and heavy as your heart pounds anxiously in your chest at the lingering silence.

“I remember,” Mulder pauses and pulls back enough for you to catch the mischievous glint in his eyes. “I thought you said you hadn’t been standing there that long.”

You chuckle a single laugh under your breath. “I may have been there watching for a while before you noticed me.”

He just grins in return before pulling you closer; your head nuzzling back under his chin.

“Did you see something that you liked?”

You swallow the lump in your throat and nod.

“Yes.”

His fingers play along your back, slightly calloused, before they slip to tease under the waistband of your thong. There’s a heat under your arm and your mouth waters when you notice him start to swell beneath the sheets.

“Did you see something that you wanted to try?”

The silence is back.

It seems like the air is dripping with a sexual tension that makes your nipples pucker and your clit throb lusciously between your legs. A soft kiss is placed on the crown of your head and you sigh as any lingering anxiety melts away under the comfort of his touch.

“Yes,” you whisper again.

Somehow — you can’t remember moving your hand — your fingers have begun to scratch softly through his pubic hair; without much intent, just to soothe.

His eyes darken as his lips pucker; the all too familiar signs of his arousal.

“What did you want to try, Scully?”

Images flash behind your eyes;

Strong, masculine fingers grip blonde hair, pulling tightly so that the woman’s nose is pressed flush to his groin. Her eyes were watering a trail of mascara down her cheeks as he moved. She groans deep in her throat as his weight pins her into the silk sheets; thighs straddling her chest as he fucks her mouth — that’s so willing, luscious and dribbling spit.

She wiggles her head to take him deeper and it makes him grip her hair harder, her fingers grasping into the flesh of his ass. It takes him only minutes — maybe not even that — for him to vocalize his climax; pulling out of her mouth with a trail of bubbly spit connecting lips to his cock and splashing her chest with come.

That’s the moment that’s been seared into your brain as you stood watching with dry lips and soaked underwear. 

The act of pure submission — of being restrained and used as a tool to achieve someone else’s pleasure from your willing body, to then have them mark your skin in their essence — sealing the deal.

“All of it,” You bite your bottom lip. “I want all of it.”

——xxx——

Mulder’s slick skin glides across your own, both of you blissfully inebriated by how you move together. Part of it reminds you of your teenage years; getting off through scantily clothed thighs or stomachs — and you love it. 

His cock eagerly rocks against your inguinal crease as your cunt moves languidly against his thigh. A puff of air escapes your lips, fingers softly digging into the suppleness of his ass to keep the delicious friction of your clit exactly where it is.

“You’re so wet,” he breathes against your neck, his day-old stubble making you shiver. “Are you getting hot thinking about what I’m going to do to you? About me fucking that pretty little mouth of yours?”

You grunt your response, your hips stuttering at the sudden brashness of his words — at how suddenly your stomach plummets into that sweet, agonizing pit of arousal. He knows dirty talk is your ultimate undoing — that bastard.

Together, you spent an hour talking about what’s going to happen before he started grinding on you; about how it’s going to play out so you can mentally prepare yourself. Dirty talk was at your insistence — the rush you get at some of the more derogatory words something to unpack later.

You exchanged safe words — scalpel and baseball respectively. And you pray that you don’t have to use them.

“Y-Yes,” You stutter, more out of arousal than anything else. Your eyes meet him as you touch his bottom lip; watching the plumped, kiss bruised, skin bounce back.

His hips still when you dip your fingertips into his mouth, immediately met with his hot, eager tongue. You're mesmerized as his strong muscle slides effortlessly between your fingers — mimicking how he eats you out — and your clit pulses almost angrily in response.

Mulder moans deep in his chest as you withdraw your fingers; possibly out of either arousal, disappointment or perhaps both. You miss the warmth of his mouth — only for a moment — before the effortlessness of his strength in rolling you over to sit across your stomach pushes it out of your mind.

“So beautiful,” his voice is sweet as honey as he appreciates your exposed breasts; nipples engorged and rosy against the blushed pink of your skin. 

You allow him the pleasure to play with dexterous fingers until you can’t wait any longer. Encouraging him closer with a squeeze of his thighs, your eagerness isn’t lost on him — his cock bobs excitedly against your stomach, rewarding you with a pearl of pre-come beaded at his slit.

Fuck, you need to taste him.

“You ready?” Mulder asks, even as he shuffles and adjusts himself to settle on your chest.

It’s a strange feeling, you have to admit, but not a bad one. It’s rather intoxicating to have his weight pinning you down into the softness of your sheets. 

Breathing takes a little more effort as you look up into his eyes and nod – you’ve never felt safer.

“I’m ready.” 

You bat your eyes — watching him — as you take a broad lick of the head of his cock, savoring the salty pearl for last.

He grunts before getting to his knees — moving closer, closer, closer…

Oh God, yes.

You make an effort to relax your jaw with an approving moan as he slides his cock into your mouth. He’s slow and patient while you get accustomed to him — even though you're more than used to having the heavy weight in your mouth by now. Still, you’re thankful for his consideration.

Mulder eases out of you; just enough to rub his weeping cock across your lips, threading his fingers through your hair.

There’s a look between you — one built on years of trust and knowledge— that causes your clit to throb heavily as you nod, giving your consent by wrapping your arms around his thighs.

It’s like a light switch flicks.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me and let me fuck that mouth of yours? Would you like that?”

You should feel degraded as he talks to you with that condescending tone; brushing his cock over your lips and cheeks until they're sticky — but you don’t.

Far from it.

“Yes, sir,” you reply quickly, eagerly, as he grins. “I’ll be good. Fuck my mouth, please.”

He rewards your answer by once again sliding himself back into your mouth. Despite the carnality of the act, he cradles your head in his hands and allows you to get comfortable before he gives his first tentative thrust.

Moaning, you close your eyes and focus on adjusting to the slow pace — almost too agonizingly slow. He feels incredible, he always does, but tonight you want more. 

No, you need more.

You need him to let go — relinquish his hesitation and just succumb to his pure, animalistic urges.

You need him to use you.

Opening your eyes, you watch him for a moment; his eyes closed and his bottom lip puckered out and it makes you want him more. 

Squeezing his thighs, you pull him off balance enough to put his weight onto your chest and jut his cock until the head bumps at the back of your throat. It’s sudden and you can’t help your body’s response – you moan loudly; eyes wide and doe-like as a tear pricks in the corners when you gag. 

He tries to pull away, an apology on his lips, but you only dig your nails in and refuse to let him move.

“S-Scully?” Mulder asks, his voice crackling slightly.

It’s his way of giving you an out in case you want one. 

But you don’t.

A squeeze of his ass, a swallow around him, and a nod of your head is all the consent he needs.

“God…” he whispers under his breath.

His thrusts are shallow, just so he can keep his cock teasing your throat and your eyes roll back in your head as you relax. There’s a tingling at the edges of your brain and you allow yourself to succumb to your sub space.

All you’re aware of is him; his skin hot on your chest, the musky scent of his sweat and how his pubic hair tickles your nose as he pushes your face closer — deeper.

“Mmm, that’s it,” Mulder coos as he pulls out to allow you to gasp for a breath you indicated you needed. It’s been a while since you’ve deep-throated someone with such intention — not since Med school.

“Stick out your tongue.”

You obey almost instantly, opening your mouth to bare your tongue; a string of saliva attached to it from your top lip. His eyes are focused on your mouth, teasing the head of his cock before tapping it on your tongue.

“Such a good girl,” he praises before sliding back into your mouth. “So hot and wet for me.”

If you weren’t already so far gone, that would have been the moment you fell. 

Moaning a desperate reply — but unable to form words — you wrap your lips around his cock and hollow your cheeks as he begins to thrust; finally, finally, far less hesitant than before. There’s a sting at your scalp, a hot wetness gathering in the corner of your eyes and the occasional gag, but all you do is encourage him further with your nails marking the flesh of his ass with crescent indents.

Through slightly blurred vision, you watch him ascending slowly towards the bliss of his climax; cheeks flushed, eyebrows creased together and his eyes glued to his cock sliding in and out of your lips - in and out, in and out, in and out…  

“Good girl, fuck, you’re such a good girl,” he’s babbling — words thick as he speeds up with a curl of his toes and a grunt of exertion.

He falls into some sort of erratic rhythm and you want nothing more than for him to come. You burn for him to mark you after he used you so, claiming him as his property. That’s also something to un-compartmentalize later.

But first, you need to breathe.

Reluctantly, you tap his ass a few times — Mulder pulling out to allow you to catch your breath; gasping. You're captivated by how his hand plays with himself and you gather your breathing in time with his strokes. It’s not long before he’s back inside your mouth with fingers gripping your hair tightly.

Your hand glides over his ass; muscles so strong they quiver under your touch before you slide your middle finger between his ass cheeks, teasing his puckering hole.

This isn’t new — actually you’ve learnt he enjoys it — but it still gives you a flutter when his eyes fly open and his body shivers.

You push a little more until just the tip slips past the ring of muscles now clamped around your finger.

“Fuck,” it’s somewhere between a grunt and a gasp as his hips piston that little bit faster — much to your delighted surprise. “You’re gonna make me come.”

Before you can fully comprehend his admission, your mouth is suddenly empty. Whimpering in protest, you open your eyes to see his fist frantically jerking his cock; noises oh so lewd.

“I’m gonna come,” Mulder breathes out a warning.

“Come on me,” It’s the first time you’ve spoken in a while and your voice feels scratchy.

“Where?” he’s desperate now. “Tell me where.”

“God, anywhere you want.”

Your reply makes him moan as you slowly stick out your tongue.

His fist blurs, bed sheets tucked under his toes as he angles the head of his cock down to your chest. 

Everything’s moving; fast, heavy and desperate — before there’s sudden, utter, stillness.

“Scully!”

There’s a tug to your hair as his cock spurts rapidly in his hand, throbbing wildly in time with the muscles contracting around your finger — come shooting to land on your chest; thick, white and glorious.

You don’t think he’s ever climaxed so hard before.

As his desire paints your skin you close your eyes and succumb to your own sort of blissful euphoria. Liquid pools at the base of your throat —drowning the delicate gold cross around your neck — before dribbling a line down your freaked shoulder into the mess of your hair now tangled on the pillow.

A few more splashes of come hit your breasts, then your bottom lip, slower than the last as he whimpers. You can barely hear it over the wet slick combination of his climax and your saliva bathing his cock that’s wrapped within his diligent fist. 

You open your eyes, savoring the gift he left on your lip; salty and bitter, before you slowly remove your finger from his ass.

“You gotta warn a guy next time, Scully,” he jokes — catching his breath as he attempts to get off your chest.

But you can’t let him go. You’re not quite ready to let go of his weight on you just yet. You settle for him moving to lay with his leg draped across your stomach and his chest pressed snuggly against your own. You can breathe a bit easier now, you suppose.

“Stay.”

Your brain feels light; like you’re floating and melting into waves in the sea, but with every lull you become more and more aware of your own hungering arousal.

Looking down, you marvel at how your skin glistens with every spatter. It’s like a painting; you’re the willing canvas and Mulder the artist — signing his name in the corner and marking it as his own. 

Marking you as his own.

He smells musky, heady and completely intoxicating and you can’t help but lean into him as your fingers tentatively explore his arousal cooling on your skin. You’re familiar with his come — intimately so — but it never fails to ignite a fire that burns your insides and makes you quiver with desire. 

A gasp leaves your lips at how effortlessly your finger slides over your nipple.

You aren’t even aware if he’s watching or not as you gather the come pooling in the valley of your throat and move your fingers swiftly down your body, eager to get to your destination. You don’t bother hiding your moan as you allow your fingers to play, spreading his arousal through your folds to combine with your own. It’s sticky, hot and wet and you almost feel embarrassed by the sounds. Almost. 

You’re already so close. Your climax is already right there, just within a fingers grasp.

And suddenly his fingers are teasing your lips; they’re wet and salty and your body moves on instinct before your brain has the time to catch up. Parting your lips, you savor the flood of his taste in your mouth with skillful movements; sucking all the come of his fingers.

It’s an awkward position, but it doesn’t stop you from plunging your fingers inside yourself as deep as they could go, palm teasing your clit just enough to make your eyes roll back in your head.

“Such a messy girl,” he whispers into the crown of your head as he removes his fingers. “You look so beautiful with my come all over you.”

“Mmm,” you whimper, your legs beginning to shake.

A few more awkward thrusts are enough to tip you over the edge. Your mouth falls open and you bunch the sheets in your free hand with white knuckles as your hips twitch against the mattress.

You’re never usually overly vocal in bed — but this time you all but scream. 

Sounds like muttering pleas to God expel from your mouth before chanting only Mulder’s name as your cunt spasms and clamps feverishly around your fingers. All breath leaves you as you milk out your orgasm, pushing your fingers in as deep as possible just to get him inside you, where you know he belongs. 

In the aftermath, as the blissful contractions ease, your fingers leave the sheets to rub his come into your skin with a satisfied moan.

“Jesus.”

Mulder’s awed exclamation brings you back to earth, as you leave your cunt to roll your clit in lazy circles and open your eyes.

His eyes are wide and enlightened — in a way he reserves just for you — and you give him a blissed smile. It takes only seconds for you to realize his semi-hard against your hip again.

And it takes only a few seconds more for him to crash his lips with you; so deep and earnest that it takes your breath away all over again.

Your fingers — still sticky with his come — twirl at the hair at the base of his head as you hum softly into his kiss.

You kiss until you’re completely sated and you both need to breathe. He has a dopey smile on his lips and you’re sure you have one in return.

“I’m amazed by you,” He whispers as he brushes away some hair that’s sticking to the tear streak on your cheek. 

All you have the energy to do is hum your appreciation again.

“Aftercare?” Mulder asks.

“Yeah,” You nod and carelessly play with the come now cold and sticky on your skin. “A bath would be lovely.”

“Then a bath you shall have, my love.”

You giggle at the term of endearment as he disentangles you both before pulling you into his arms, your legs loosely wrapping around his waist.

There will be time to unpack everything and talk – there always is — but for now you don’t force yourself to be ready before you are. You just nuzzle into his neck as he carries you to the bathroom like you’re the most treasured thing he knows.

Maybe even the most treasured thing he owns; with his come like an autograph on the canvas that is your body, heart and soul.

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[scullyverse]

Day 19: Silent In Their Grief

Prompt: Period Sex Pairing: Mulder/Scully Rating: Explicit Words: 1,769 AO3 List || Masterlist

🖤 Content warnings; mulder/scully, smut, angst, hurt/comfort, anger, blood, period sex, rough sex, vaginal sex, shower sex, ivf arc, failed ivf 🖤

A child was one step too far.

Trigger Warnings: - Grief from failed IVF - Depictions of blood - Rough Sex

It hadn’t worked.

It hadn’t fucking worked.

Scully’s last chance of being a mother was rapidly spiraling down the drain, blood diluted in scalding water.

Her period had decided to rip her heart out of her chest — just barely beating in her hand — and wake her up in the middle of the night with cramps and a wet stickiness between her legs.

Of course, she should have known.

A pregnancy was just too much to hope for; too much to pray for. Maybe God had forsaken her. Maybe it’s a horrible cosmic karma for her wavering sense of faith or maybe, simply, after all her battles — she’d used up all her chances.

A child was one step too far.

Scully was glad for the water that pricked at her skin in an attempt to cleanse her body — like washing a pig after its senseless slaughter.

Closing her eyes, she tilts her head back and lets the water wash over her face, erasing her treacherous tears into nothingness.

“Scully…”

She can vaguely hear her name. It sounds so muffled, so far away, like she was hearing it from miles under the sea, water pressure pulsing against her eardrums.

“Scully…”

There it is again, clearer now it’s accompanied by a touch to her elbow. It brings her back to earth suddenly, like a stinging slap to the face.

“Jesus, Scully, the waters’ too hot!” Mulder’s gasps, concern lacing his voice as he quickly adjusts the shower taps.

She both loves and hates him for it.

Opening her eyes, she looks down at the shower floor, her toes gripping onto porcelain. The tinge of red no longer stains the water. Good, she didn’t want to be reminded of it.

“I don’t have another chance,” Scully whispers, repeating her earlier words, just barely audible over the static of the shower. “I’ve got nothing left.”

Mulder stands on the opposite side of the shower — though he may as well be on the other end of the planet. Even as his thumb caresses the soft skin inside her elbow, she can’t feel it. He’s both too close and too far away.

There’s nothing for him to say.

No words of comfort could he give that he hasn’t already struggled to voice. 

Of course, the first thing she’d done when she awoke, stained in her own blood, was call him. He must have broken the law with how quickly he had arrived at her door, where he found her; still in her stained satin pajamas with a negative pregnancy test barely gripped in shaky fingers.

Scully can feel her pain pushing at her throat, clawing viciously and leaving a searing heat in her eyes. Angrily, she swallows down the lump and refuses to let her tears fall.

How could she mourn what she was never allowed to even hope for?

It had been stupid to think she could defy the laws of science. It had been stupid to lean on the side of hopes and prayers.

It had been so stupid. She had been so stupid.

Her gaze falls on Mulder, who stands there, unwavering in her grief; shouldering a burden in his eyes that reflect an image of her own. Suddenly, she needs him. More than she needs to breathe.

She needs to be selfish in her desperation for him to shoulder just a little bit more of burdens…of their burdens.

Even though he’s still dressed, he doesn’t hesitate in getting under the spray when she beckons that of him. Doesn’t hesitate to wrap himself around her as she clings so desperately onto his shirt, burying her head into the rapidly moistening material.

Her shoulders shake as she struggles to wrestle down her tears.

“Dana…” His voice is gentle, ushering her into a comfort that she doesn’t feel she deserves. She doesn’t want to be seen like broken glass — not when she loathes herself for feeling exactly like she could break at any moment.

“Shut up,” Scully snaps, voice lacking all sense of venom — just grappling with getting the words out of her constricted throat. “I don’t want to talk.”

He doesn’t reply, just squeezes her tighter.

The tighter he holds her, the more she feels broken.

The tighter he holds her, the more she hates it.

The more that defiant brat inside her head screams for her to spit in the face of her pain; a caged, petrified animal left with no other alternative.

Her lips are on his before he can even comprehend what’s happening, her fingers shaky as she claws at his leather belt. It’s wrong — there’s a part of her that knows it — but she hungers for something, anything, that can dull her pain…even if it’s only for a brief time.

Mulder barely kisses her back, his fingers tight around her own as he stops her frantic struggles at his jeans.

“Scully,” Mulder’s voice is shaking. “We can’t do this…”

“Why the fuck not?” Scully flares up at him with a boiling anger to her eyes.

Her fury visibly takes his breath away.

Maybe he’s expecting her to be overcome with sadness, crippled wholeheartedly by her grief — but she will fight tooth and nail to protect those vulnerabilities with all the anger she has raging beneath the surface.

All the anger at the men who did this to her. All the anger of her precious, treasured, respected science abandoning her. All her anger at a God who’s denied her.

All the anger at him.

All the anger at herself.

“I don’t know,” Mulder swallows so tightly that she can see the bulge move in his throat.

His pure uncertainty makes her waver; a crumbling in her eyes as she wiggles out of his grip.

“I need you, I don’t-“ Trailing off, Scully feels the sadness welling up in her chest; a compression so severe that’s almost suffocating. “I want you to take it away. I don’t want to feel it anymore.”

She’s never been this candid with him, never allowed herself to be this transparent and when his lips crash against hers, the saltiness of his tears teasing her tongue, she quietens. 

It’s like he’s stopping her grief from over flowering; attempting to block the flood with his own forthcomings.

He knows what she needs. He always knows.

Even if they know it’s wrong — they both know it, it’s a sharp niggle at the back of their brains — who are they to deny each other.

He tries to shoulder her pain.

She tried to bear him a child.

Her fingers are like talons as they dig into his back, his hands working deftly to unbuckle his jeans. They pool on the floor. Pooling amongst the seeping of red that now flows from under his fingers to mingle with the water.

The calloused pads of his fingertips are rough against her clit and the sting of pain soothes.

She needs more.

He’ll tell her later how ashamed he was with how hard he was in her hand as she strokes him. 

Mulder hikes her leg high onto his waist; opening her up for him in a way that’s just as raw as the gaping wound in her chest.

The evidence of her punishment is diluted on her thighs, matted in her pubic hair and he acknowledges it with a hesitation.

No, no, no, no.

Scully’s desperate tongue laps at his own, teeth clashing together as she chokes back a sob.

He understands.

The pain is sharp and breathtaking as he slams into her; her back hitting the wall hard enough for her shampoo bottle to topple off the shelf. She’s incredibly tight around him, lubricated only by her misfortune — but it’s enough.

He grunts heavily into her mouth as his fingers gauge bruises into her ass, hips unrelenting when he thrusts. When he pounds.

Every thrust is painfully exquisite.

Her shower doors rattle in their hinges as he holds her weight against the wall, the leg around his waist swinging helplessly and the other; toes struggling to find purchase on the slippery shower floor.

She doesn’t speak, there’s no need.

The only sounds leaving her lips are gasps; air forcefully ejected from her lungs. Scully buries her head into the solid mass of his shoulder, teeth latching on as her mouth fills with the suffocation of cotton.

He grunts again.

This time she’s sure it’s out of pain as he lets her take her grief out on him, ready to suck her dry of it. Her nails indent his shoulder blades with blunted half moon crescents.

Her climax happens suddenly and without warning.

Like a bullet exploding from a cocked gun, she cries out into his shoulder, eyes unavoidably rolling into the back of her head as she spasms around him, almost painfully. 

Her orgasm isn’t pleasurable. No sparks or tingles…just a pulsing of guilt as she milks him, her bloodied arousal slick on his cock.

He doesn’t slow until she comes again.

A pitiful howl rips from her lips as a more powerful climax overtakes her — rendering her breathless, tears rolling down her cheeks.

She’s sobbing — silently wailing — when he finally comes, thrusting one last time before spilling his own guarded grief into her. He pulses gently through his orgasm as he holds her, sheltering her from her outside world as she shatters.

Silence turns to cries.

In their raw, primal state; his cock spurting inside her as she opens herself to him — she’s utterly helpless to suppress her tears. To suppress the rising level of suffering she feels could drown her in a heartbeat.

She’s helpless in how she still sends up a prayer.

Praying, begging, pleading, that maybe God will forgive her…That maybe this time…

Mulder holds himself inside her with a desperation of his own; burying himself to the hilt, that makes her wonder if he’s praying too.

She struggles to breathe.

Mulder pulls out of her and she wobbles on unsteady legs, watching as he cleans the deep red blood off his cock. She can’t even contemplate touching herself to rid the evidence of their coupling, just steps out of the shower and grabs her towel. Little splashes of water mark her path to the bedroom as she lets the water pool under her feet.

They’re silent as they dry themselves.

They’re silent as Scully re-emerges from the bathroom later with a tampon secured inside  — absorbing her failings.

They’re silent as they get into bed, Scully instinctively reaching for Mulder — who has already wrapped his arms around her to hold her close.

They’re silent in their grief.

Until they’re not.

“I’m sorry, Dana.”

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[scullyverse]

Day 7: Interruptions

Prompt: Masturbation Pairing: Mulder/Scully Rating: Explicit Words: 3,437 AO3 Link || Masterlist

🖤 Content warnings; mulder/scully, smut, plot what plot/porn without plot, shameless smut, masturbation, masturbation interruptions, vibrators 🖤

The 5 times Scully was interrupted masturbating and the 1 time she didn’t care.

The 1st:

“Mmm…”

My hips arch as I take my fingers deeper – as best I can with the sheets tangled around my legs. I should wiggle myself free but I can’t stop now things are starting to feel so good so I just let my fingers work their magic and relax into the mattress. I have all night, a rare occasion while we’re working, but I think I deserve a little self lovin’.

I giggle. Self lovin’ indeed.

My hand feels blindly around the bed and I sigh in relief when my fingers find my vibrator. There are just some things fingers can’t do. With expertise, I bring the bullet down my body and under the sheets to nestle against my clit, smirking when my body shudders and toes wiggle against cotton.

“Jesus!” 

A particular angle makes my muscles clench tightly around my fingers, trying to pull them deeper, which I do by slipping two fingers past the second knuckle with a moan. I feel myself getting closer and all the signs of my approaching orgasm are starting; the flexing of my stomach, heat flushing my cheeks and a tingle in my nipples. 

But one thing that isn’t usual, is the knocking I hear. At first I ignore it, with a flick of my thumb to increase the vibrations, rewarded with a seeping gush of arousal and I’m suddenly thankful for having room services to clean these sheets.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Scully? You there?”

My fingers still instantly and I frantically kick off the sheets and fumble to turn off the vibrator before stashing it under my pillow, wrapping myself in the robe I had thrown over the end of the bed.

Trust Mulder to have the worst timing.

My clit aches in protest as I rub my thighs together and attempt to fix myself up in the mirror and hide my obvious arousal. Hopefully, he doesn’t notice.

“Y-Yeah, Mulder. I’m just coming.”

Sigh. Well, I was almost just coming.

With a deep breath and another tight clench of my thighs, I unlock the door to see Mulder standing there with his jacket over his shoulder and his eyebrow cocked.

“You okay, Scully? You look a bit flushed.”

“I’m fine, Mulder. I just got out of the shower. Did you need anything?”

I don’t mean to sound standoffish but the quicker I can get him out of my room without embarrassing myself, the better; there’s also a look in his eyes that makes me know he isn’t buying my shower excuse.

“Did you want to get something to eat?” His voice is hopeful, tipped with a playful tone that I’m just learning to appreciate now we’re sleeping together. “Unless I’m interrupting something?”

My eyes widen.

“N-No!” I gather myself with a defiant raise of my head. “I was just getting ready for bed.”

“At 7 pm?” He hides his smirk well.

“I didn’t see you with your hands in corpses all d-“

“Okay, okay!” He raises his hand with a smile.

Even though my pussy is begging me for relief, my stomach growls loudly and for the first time tonight, I realise how hungry I am. 

I sigh in defeat.

“I’ll meet you at the car.”

—— xxx ——

The 2nd:

Fuck, these cramps are killing me.

I’m stuffed into the toilet cubicle of our basement bathroom with my fingers between my legs and I know I only have a few minutes to avoid Mulder’s suspicion.

My head falls back with a groan as I keep up the pace I know I need at this moment; rough and quick. It’s awkward with my skirt bunched at my waist and my pantyhose pulled down just enough to squeeze my hand into my underwear, but it will have to do.

I’m ovulating and with that comes a spike in my hormones. I feel itchy in a way that nothing can scratch and if I’m going to continue the workday without either biting Mulder’s head off or folding over in pain from my nagging cramps, I need this.

Everything's overstimulated and I can’t say it feels all that pleasurable, but I struggle on even as my wrist cramps. That’s going to hurt like hell tomorrow. After a quick look at my wristwatch, I feel myself getting somewhere and I bite my lip and curl my toes in anticipation. 

4 and a half minutes must be a new record for me.

I’m starting to slip into my pre-orgasmic state of unawareness when I hear the hinges squeak on the bathroom door. Please, no. Maybe if I keep quiet enough I can come quickly and Mulder wouldn’t be any more the wiser.

“Hey, Scully, I’m sorry to disturb you but Skinner needs us ASAP,” I can see his shoes stopped just outside the cubicle.

I cover my mouth with my hand and try desperately to speed up my body’s process but I only end up wincing when I get no reward, only painful friction. For fucks sake!

“Scully? You okay?”

“I’m fine, Mulder.” I snap.

I’m not fine.

I pull my hand out of my underwear and fix my pantyhose with a frustrated huff. The waves of pain build again and I silently curse him for interrupting my attempt to find a natural relief in the form of a surge of orgasmic hormones. I flush the toilet and smooth my skirt down before opening the door to see Mulder standing by the sinks. 

Does he think he has to stand there and make sure I follow? I don’t want to be on Skinner’s bad side any more than he does.

I scowl towards him and wash my hands; because he knows what I smell like when I’m aroused now and I don’t want to give him any indication of what I was doing.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

I go to snap at him, tell him that; Of course, I’m not fine. My insides are ripping apart and you’ve interrupted my chance at pain relief, but when I look up at him, I see genuine concern and I’m reminded that none of this is really his fault.

“I’m okay, just feeling a bit off,” I sigh and dry my hands on my skirt as his hand rests on my lower back. 

“Come on, let’s go get this over with.”

—— xxx ——

The 3rd:

It’s been two weeks since I last got off.

I’ve never felt this high strung, like a rabid animal pacing in its cage and tonight’s the first time I’ve had some "me time", and like hell I'm going to waste this opportunity.

A low, guttural moan rumbles in my throat as I grip the sheets tightly, taking my silicone dildo deeper with a roll of my hips.

Two. Fucking. Weeks.

Balancing up on my knees, I take a sharp breath when the change in angle sends a shooting pleasure from the tips of my toes to the ends of my hair, plastered to my neck with sweat.

“Fuck yes!” It’s an exclamation of relief as I feel an explosive orgasm start to bubble up in the pit of my stomach.

Fingers rub and pinch at my nipple when I start to ride my toy in earnest, the wet sounds between my legs fill my head with sinful thoughts. I’m glad I put that towel down.

Visions of Mulder fill my head; him below me with this cock thrusting deep and hitting that spot that only he has ever managed to find. A particularly deep thrust brings me dangerously close and my body trembles in preparation of what's to come.

But my phone ringing snaps me back to reality.

Just leave it. Don’t answer it.

I slow my movements and wait for the ringing to stop, knowing I’m psychologically stuck between not being able to let myself go and my body desperate to achieve release. Just, please. Stop. Ringing.

As the room falls silent I thank God and intensely rock my hips as a tingle starts to blossom in my clit and my muscles become tighter and needier around silicone.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

“Oh, goddammit!”

I sink myself and take the toy in, right to the base, and reach for the phone.

“Hel-“

“Scully!” 

It’s Mulder.

Of course, it’s fucking Mulder.

I have to bite back a moan when his voice makes me unexpectedly clench around the toy, its deepness making me feel deliciously stretched.

“Mulder, I’m busy-“

He cuts me off. “I’m waiting outside. There’s been a breakthrough in the Simmons case, we’re needed at the crime scene.”

The unprofessional part of me wants to tell him to fuck off and just go by himself and leave me alone so I can finally get my orgasm, but the pride I have for our work holds me back.

I sigh deeply and drop my head in defeat before I slowly rise off the toy and catch a moan in my throat at the loss of contact.

“Scully? Was that a moan?”

Fuck, I’m still on the phone.

“No! I was just stretching to get my shirt. Meet you in 5 minutes?”

“I’ll be waiting.”

I hang up and quickly clean myself up and begrudgingly get back into my work clothes.

Looks like I’ll have to wait a little longer too, just my fucking luck.

—— xxx ——

The 4th:

I haven’t stayed at Mulder’s in a week, both of us working overtime but I’d gotten to the stage today that crashing at his place and sleeping wrapped in his arms sounded like heaven.

Mulder’s aware that sex isn’t an option at the moment, "Ovulation is a bitch," I'd told him, but he’s just content holding me and massaging my aching stomach. He has amazing hands. This isn’t a good thing tonight as every innocent touch he gives me makes my skin burn and causes arousal to flood my system so intensely that I had to eventually excuse myself to shower, to get away from his touch.

Which is where I am now, surrounded by his shower gels and shampoo bottles with my fingers teasing needy nipples and my thighs clenching together frantically. Everything feels far too sensitive, every direct touch bordering on painful so I have to revert to this method.

It’s awkward and reminds me of my childhood; learning about masturbation through the friction of bed sheets and pillows, but it’s working. 

God, yes, it’s working.

The hot water rolls down my stomach and teases through my auburn curls and it only intensifies the clenching, arching and rocking of my thighs and hips.

I find a new angle, the water hitting my mound gently that makes me moan, head tilting back as I let my body take over and find its rhythm. One of my hands travel down to rest on wiry curls, hips rocking eagerly into my palm as I begin to lose myself; pressure is building in my stomach and everything starts to tingle.

It’s the opening of the door that catches my attention and I still my body and watch him through the blurry shower curtain as it’s not unusual for him to brush his teeth or grab a drink while I shower, so I wait.

And breathe.

But the rustling of clothes hitting the floor tells me that a glass of water isn't his intention today. With a shaky breath, I move both hands to cradle my core, whether it be out of some ingrained modesty or my body’s desperate need to just not let go, I’m not sure.

He pokes his head in and gives me the once over with an appreciative smile, his pupils dilating.

“Can I join you?” He asks and when I nod, he slowly pulls the curtain back to reveal his naked body, my eyes falling the faintest erection that I know he can’t control.

I wish I had the power to tell you no.

I shuffle so he can get under the spray and my arousal skyrockets, causing me to shiver. He must misunderstand it for coldness so he tugs me towards him and his gentle hands slide up and down my arms. As he pulls me closer, I wrap my arms around him in return and I have to resist the urge to angle my hips up into his cock.

Fuck, it’s agonising.

It’s a good thing I love him.

—— xxx ——

The 5th:

God, why do you hate me?

My fingers bunch into fists as I feel every vibration of the car sliding up the seam of my jeans that unfortunately rest flush against my clit. It’s been 2 hours now and I’m so close to either throwing myself out of the car or ripping open my jeans and getting that orgasm that is now a month overdue.

But Mulder is sitting in the driver's seat, his fingers tapping the steering wheel along with a song on the radio which makes both scenarios impossible.

Here I am, feeling like electricity personified and there he is calm and collected with not a care in the world. Fuck him.

I try to ease the pressure with a shift of my hips, but when it doesn’t work I huff in frustration which quickly turns into a sigh of relief when he turns into a gas station. 

“I’m just gonna fill up,” He works a sunflower seed between his teeth. “Did you want anything?”

“No, I’m good.” I purse my lips with a fake smile.

I’m far from good, it’s quite alarming how far from good I actually am.

With a peck to my cheek, he gets out of the car. The silence is deafening and my eyes frantically look around to find the station deserted. No eyes to watch.

Could I do this? 

I could come with just friction alone and I could make this quick.

The instant he walks away I’ve already made up my mind.

My hands slip between my legs and press roughly against my jeans and god, it’s incredible and my thighs squeeze my hands in appreciation. I’m confident I can close my eyes as he’ll be a few minutes at least. Closing my eyes will also help to ease the anxiety I feel about doing something as vulnerable as this in public.

I’m ready to burst and Mulder’s lingering smell of salt and sandalwood only brings me closer as I think about his hands, his tongue and his cock until suddenly my eyes snap open.

I’m going to come, right here at the gas station.

I can feel the telltale blush climbing up my chest, neck and settling deep in my cheeks. I’m so close.

But out of the corner of my eye, I see Mulder jogging back to the car.

“No!” I whimper loudly in a voice that’s so unlike me.

He opens the door with a chuckle, completely unaware of my internal nightmare. “I didn’t want to stay in there longer than I had to, it was dirtier than Frohike’s porn collection.”

Please, don’t mention porn right now.

He cocks his eyebrow at the hands nestled between my legs. I’ve stopped moving them but I can’t take the risk of him seeing how wet I am. Or smelling me.

“You okay there, Scully?”

“Yeah, it’s just cold without the heater on.”

“You don’t look cold,” He teases as his eyes move to my chest. “You look flushed actually.”

“Shut up, Mulder. I’m just cold.”

I turn my head and avoid his gaze as he starts the car and the vibrations, once again, make me sink into the seat. 

This ride home is going to be the death of me.

—— xxx ——

The 6th (Final):

I haven’t paid attention to a single word he’s said the whole drive home as I'm completely focused on grasping at the last of my self-restraint not to just come all over Mulder’s car seat. Just another block and I’m home. Just hang on until then, please.

He drops me off with a kiss and now that I’m in my apartment all my self-restraint flies out the window.

I strip and fumble to find the bullet vibrator in my bottom drawer, switching it on and putting it between my legs before I even settle onto the bed.

“Oh, god yes!” I moan, deep and thick and fall onto my back, my eyes shut as I start to play with any flesh I can touch.

My fingers are instantly coated in my arousal and become slippery against the silicone as a hot trickle slides down my perineum to settle on the sheets below. I feel unhinged, feral, as my hips desperately rock against the vibrations, causing everything to feel hot, pulsing and completely exquisite

I don’t hear Mulder until he’s already in my apartment, his footsteps heavy and familiar. Fuck, sometimes I hate that he has a key.

I should stop, I really should. Just cover up and give him another excuse. 

But I can’t. I’ve waited too long and there’s no way I’m giving this orgasm up. Fuck it.

He should see what he has reduced me to.  

My fingers tremble at the thought of being caught and when I open my eyes I see him standing in the doorway with a glazed expression and a bulge in his pants.

Even though I’m committed to continuing, I sink into the mattress with sudden shyness. I’ve never done this in front of another person before and the vulnerability makes me avert my eyes and pull the vibrator away. 

But suddenly he’s there, kneeling on the bed with this bottom lip between his teeth.

“Keep going,” His voice is deep with unbridled arousal. “Scully, please, don’t stop.”

All the trepidation I felt vanishes and when I touch the vibrator back to my clit he whimpers; he fucking whimpers and it’s immediately my new favourite sound.

I’m quickly jolted towards the edge as his hands softly glide up my calves to my thighs, an expression of intimacy that he knows is my biggest weakness, something I adore.

“I’m close,” I breathe out as our eyes connect. “Keep touching me.

He moans his approval. “Always, baby.”

It’s his pet name for me; something we only use during sex, that’s my undoing.

“God! I’m coming, I’m co-“ I can’t even finish my sentence.

I’m not usually one to be overly vocal in bed but I’m suddenly screaming out a mixture of his name and obscenities as my orgasm rips through me. Finally!

My eyes slam shut and my hips arch violently off the bed and I’m vaguely aware of something hot gushing out of my pussy. It feels never-ending, a repetition of contraction and release deep inside my pussy, my asshole and strongest in my clit, that floods my entire soul with overwhelming pleasure.

His hands are still touching me, grounding me, as I come back down to earth. I crack my eyes open to see him with eyes full of amazement and cheeks burning pink with arousal.

“Wow, you’ve been holding out on me,” He bites his bottom lip. “That was fucking incredible, Scully.

I giggle as my body floods with oxytocin and dopamine, then hum in appreciation when he continues to move his hands over my thighs. “You have no idea how long I’ve been holding out, I’ve wanted to come all month. You and your sucky timing have ruined all my chances.”

His hands pause.

“What?” He looks confused. “You never finished after?”

His question catches me off guard. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve known, Scully, every single time. The hotel room, the bathroom at work,” he smiles when I try to cover my blushing cheeks, his hands pulling mine away. “My shower; that one nearly killed me…the car just now…I assumed you got off when you got home. I know I did.”

I bite my lower lip. “You got off? Every time?”

“Mmhmm, every time,” He moves his hands back down my body and I subtly arch into him. “So, I think that means I owe you 4 orgasms, to apologise for my sucky timing.”

I suddenly feel ready again, this time with a hunger to have him deep inside me when I come for the second time.

My lips curl into a smirk. “I think that’s only fair. But first, I think you should show me just what you did all those nights you got off,” My voice is thick with my arousal. “I showed you mine, now you show me yours, baby.”

My foot creeps towards him, toes wiggling to tease at his erection as he grins wickedly and rocks into my touch.

Oh yeah, this might have been worth it after all.

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[scullyverse]

Day 1: Then The Car Rocked

Prompt: Dry Humping

Pairing: Mulder/Scully

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1,935

AO3 Link || Masterlist

🖤 Content warnings; mulder/scully, smut, plot what plot/porn without plot, shameless smut, dry humping, frottage, car sex 🖤

Sometimes nothing beats dry humping in the back of a rental car.

It had started innocently enough.

Just a casual brush against my ass as I swayed with increasing boredom.

God, this sheriff really does just goes on and on, doesn’t he?

Against his droning voice, we were teetering on the verge of public indecency and thank god for the shadows in the room that hid us well enough, though Mulder had me praying that no one would have the inspiration to turn around and see him rocking against me or my nipples growing so tight in my shirt that they hurt.

It wasn’t surprising that we ended up in that situation, with his hard cock poking me in the back and a sinfully hot dampness between my legs. 

I blame the sheriff. Fuck him and his phone call while Mulder had been buried so deep inside of me that I was starting to see stars. Such amazing stars.

But the gruesome details had put us off enough to get dressed and begrudgingly return to the office. Eye-fucking Mulder throughout the day had sufficed and I love how he can still look at me with such lust while my hands are red, wet and buried in the chest of the most recent victim.

That’s how we’ve ended up here.

Our rental car is pulled over on the side of the road in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere with Mulder squeezed as best he can into the back seat. I adore how he’s folded up in awkwardness, his gangly limbs tucked just so he could have me straddling in his lap.

Oh, how reminiscent this is of my high school days .

It’s hot and I can already feel the prickle of sweat on my skin as I blindly fumble with the window handle so I don’t have to detach from his lips. It’s amazing how his tongue slides against mine with such practiced ease even though they have only known each other properly for a few months. 

Maybe tongues can have soulmates too.

He tastes of sweat and ginger ale and fuck how I want more. 

My fingers grip his hair and tug him closer in hopes that I can devour him whole as our bodies move on instinct and it’s strange that I haven’t even been aware of how much we’re squirming. It’s not until I feel his hardness push against my thigh that I gasp, a hot rush flooding the pit of my stomach.

Suddenly my skirt feels far too tight and my pantyhose too suffocating.

The tugging of clothes and the ripping of nylon is desperately feral. I can’t wait. This is taking too long and I need him now. Why did clothes have to suddenly become so complicated? 

My skirt finds a new home hiked high on my waist as I kick off my heels and let them hit the carpeted floor that’s littered with case files. The fabric of my shirt tastes like bleach and sweat in my mouth as I chew it between my teeth, needing something to bite as he claws at my nylons and comments on the wetness of my panties with a tease of his fingers. 

Shut up, Mulder, and just fuck me.

I hungrily rip his shirt off and briefly notice some buttons hitting the window but I’m more focused on removing his belt and gripping his cock. There’s a wetness there too. I feel saliva flood my mouth, enough so that I have to swallow, instantly wishing it would be him instead. 

My body’s screaming at me and I’m quickly becoming powerless to resist. Shuffling the best I can with his limbs I settle over his cock with a muffled groan into my shirt, biting harder into the cotton. The rocking of my hips fills the car with the rustle of his pants as they move against the fabric of the car seat. I really don’t think we’re going to get our security deposit back. Well, it wouldn’t be the first time.

He goes to further things along with his usual routine. I know it all too well and as I feel him grip my ass and attempt to lift me up I stubbornly push down and grind harder with a commanding growl. It feels too good to stop, even if only for a second and for the first time since my days of youth, I know this will be able to get me off. I let go of my shirt and lick away the string of saliva off my lips as I feel a few strands of hair fall from my ponytail to tickle my cheeks.

“No. Like this, just like this.” I don’t even recognise my own voice and every syllable is like thick honey in my throat.

I give him no time to reply. I don’t want to hear his excuses, so our tongues meet again briefly with moans that I can’t pinpoint from where they’re coming from. He shuffles awkwardly beneath my hips enough to pull his pants down in acceptance and it floods me with sticky heat.

This is happening and fuck, how I want it. Thank you, Mulder, thank you – thankyouthankyouthankyou…

I bite my lip when I feel the scratchy hair of his thighs rub against my skin. I love this feeling. The hair on his legs and the hair on his chest fill me with an urge to rub myself all over him. His rough against my soft – it’s intoxicating. My hips are becoming heavy with the heavenly friction against my clit but I still somehow manage to glide effortlessly over his cock, like my body is moving on autopilot and I am just the eager passenger. 

Soon my panties are bunched at an angle that teases my clit, tugging harshly against my swollen flesh. These are going to be completely ruined after this , and with that thought, I move my hips faster. Our mixed arousal has long since caused the fabric between us to dampen and the added slickness is making my head spin. A flutter stirs in my stomach at the thought of… us …being the catalyst for my pleasure.

Mulder’s eyes are closed tightly and I watch his head bump against the door with every urgent thrust of my hips but I know at this moment he couldn’t care less. Not with how he mewls in his throat and how his fingers dig deep into the flesh of my ass enough to bruise. 

Fuck, yes. Mark me. Bruise me. Make me yours.  

He’s encouraging every move, holding me so close to him like he’s attempting to weld us together in the most intimate of ways and I can only whimper with approval and urge him to try.

My toes curl in the blunt ends of my ruined pantyhose and I can’t stop my fingers roughly tugging at my nipples. My throat is raspy and dry from panting but that doesn’t stop a moan when I pinch my nipples between my fingers and my hips kick into overdrive.

I could die happy. Right here, right now.  

With the heedy smell of our sex the only thing I can smell, the faint sweetness of him on my lips the only thing I can taste – not to mention the hot hardness of his cock flexing greedily between my legs – yes, I could die happily.

I hear the car squeaking and the pine shaped air freshener hitting the windshield with the violent movements of our bodies. My body pulls taut like a rubber band on the verge of snapping and my rapid breathing feels like lead in my chest from the stifling heat in the car. It’s like I’m walking on a tightrope over a vast canyon, edging along the pinnacle of that peak and threatening to slip and fall into the abyss below.

A strangled moan seems to vibrate in the car as my eyes grow lazy and I look into his dark hazel gaze. It’s like we’re both not aware who is about to tumble into that canyon first, but I don’t care either way.

His cheeks are flushed and his forehead is beading with sweat and I feel myself having to fight the urge to lick every bit of it off his skin. He looks so beautiful like this. Just melting like sugar in my hands. I bet he tastes even better . I hear his feet kick out against the car door behind me and my fingers soften the slight discomforted frown on his face. 

We both seem to need the same thing as he helps me expose just the tip of his cock and I part my underwear to the side so we can feel wet skin-on-skin and he melts even further and I have to submit, melting right along with him.

It’s hot and sticky and my clit rolls against him with the lewdest of sounds and that seems to be enough for him to snap. 

So, looks like he is going to topple over first.

He makes a high pitched grunt and I feel a hot wetness pool against my clit and spurt against the trembling skin of his stomach, splashing against his chest. Fuck, I take that back. Now he looks beautiful. Goddamn breathtaking. 

I’m swaying and teetering on that tightrope and Mulder suddenly pulls me off with him and we are both falling down into that abyss. I’m spiraling with a white heat through my whole body and my breath hitches in my throat. Everything is clenching and releasing. Clenching and releasing.

I was wrong before, this is how I can die happy.

My body’s becoming thick with pleasure and every nerve in my body is raw and exposed, like I’m a patient on my own autopsy table with my chest cavity wide open and the little hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

Frantic movements became soft and shaky and I’m so thankful he is there to guide me because I’m flying and without him there I’m quite sure I would just float away. With his hands tethering me down I start to feel heavy and languid as my body keeps moving, to inch out every second of bliss. My hands fall to his chest to keep myself upright and my fingers feel sticky against the come on his skin.

It doesn't take long for the heat brewing in the car to become unbearable. He shifts and I take what little time left that I can stand in the heat, to lick every last drop of the come Mulder has given me because, after all, I feel like I deserve it. It’s my reward.

Soon we’re back on the highway with the windows rolled all the way down and my hair free and billowing recklessly in the breeze. We’re both haphazardly dressed and the few buttons down on my shirt cool my flushed chest with tickles of the wind, the cross sticking to my skin feels like it’s burning my skin from my sin. But Mulder’s hand on my thigh is enough for my sins to feel minuscule.

Looking over to him I place my hand on his and give him a gentle squeeze as my lips follow his into a content smile. A sated smile.

I shift in my seat and I would blush with the feeling of wetness still pooled between my legs and on the crease of my thighs if I didn’t feel just so goddamn happy . There’s a lightness to my chest and saltiness of Mulder on my tongue that makes my heart swell and thump to the unfamiliar rhythm of love against my ribcage.

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[scullyverse]

Day 30: Favorite

Prompt: Mutual Masturbation & Watching Porn Pairing: Mulder/Scully Rating: Explicit Words: 1,834 AO3 Link || Masterlist

🖤 Content warnings; mulder/scully, smut, plot what plot/porn without plot, shameless smut, fluff, smut and fluff, mutual masturbation, vaginal fingering, handjobs, watching porn 🖤

Mulder and Scully watch one of Mulder’s favorite tapes and they just can’t help themselves.

“Do you have a favorite?”

Mulder pauses, his towel still drying his wet hair. 

Scully’s standing in front of his video collection, fingers brushing over the spines of VHS titles that would cause some women to blush. But of course, she’s not blushing. Her eyes are looking at him curiously with a hint of excitement hidden just beneath her increasingly dilating pupils. He doesn’t quite know what to say, just gawks at her and tosses his towel onto the couch.

“Yeah, I guess,” He shrugs off the comment, knowing that she’s probably trying to be somewhat polite.

They’d only just started having these ‘sleepovers’ and Mulder doesn't want to make her uncomfortable by opening up the can of worms that was his rather eclectic porn collection. He’s discovered that Scully is anything but a prude, in fact, she’s taken him by surprise with her sexual appetite, but he also knows there are videos there that even he is slightly put off by — call it some bad investments.

She’s biting her bottom lip and Mulder feels a twinge of arousal stirring in his groin. Goddamn, Scully.

“Could we watch it?” She asks and it’s strange to see her look so shy all of a sudden, so small in his oversized Knicks shirt.

Mulder’s sure he probably looks like his fish, mouth opening and closing in a mixture of shock and surprise. Well, he hadn’t been expecting that, that’s for sure, and now that twinge in his groin feels more like a constant throb.

Did Scully really want to watch porn with me? Am I dead? I must have slipped in the shower and hit my head…

“Mulder?” Scully teases with a playful smirk.

“Huh?” Mulder’s brain seems to be coming up empty and he chuckles when she giggles at his lack of an eloquent reply.

“Can we watch it? She asks again and sits down on the couch — on the left side, her side — and crosses her legs. “I haven’t watched porn since college and I’m curious to see if they’ve gotten any better.”

It amazes him that she can be so casual about this while he’s struggling to form a coherent sentence and will his body not to give away how excited he is at the prospect of watching porn with Scully. Scully, who would be sitting next to him and wearing his shirt — she knows that kills me — and nothing but her underwear underneath.

“Yeah, okay,” Mulder manages to get out and smiles somewhat bashfully when Scully grins at his inability to think.

She grabs the beer that’s been waiting for her on the coffee table as Mulder pries the video from the shelf; a plain black box that hides something that means so much to him in some weird, sentimental way. I hope I remembered to rewind it after last time.

Once the video’s ready, they get into their usual position — Scully curling up to his side — and both seem to nervously sip their beers as they wait for it to start. It’s nothing fancy, nothing high budget or built on the foundation of a story that has no business being in a porno, but the realness makes it one of his favorites. There’s an amateur quality to it, a home filmed movie between two people who clearly love each other, that had filled an emotional void in his life before Scully came along.

They’re silent, Mulder quickly sculling his beer as he watches the couple languidly kiss and roll their hips, seeking friction. There’s no cheesy music, just the wet sounds of lips and soft moans and he dares to flicker his eyes over to gauge Scully’s reaction.

He's not sure what he expected to see; maybe a roll of her eyes or a general disappointment that it didn’t raise the expectations set in college. But he hadn’t expected her genuine interest, beer cradled in her hands as her cheeks grow redder with her growing arousal.

“Oh,” She whispers. “ I wasn’t expecting it to be this…arousing.”

Her body feels warm next to him as he takes another sip of his beer to help swallow down his own growing arousal. He’s glad he chose to wear loose sweatpants — not so glad that I opted to go commando, though.

“Yeah?” He asks as Scully looks at him.

“Yeah,” Scully puts her beer down and focuses back on the screen as her hand rests comfortably on his thigh.

The couple starts to get serious, the copious amount of foreplay finished as their growing hunger takes over and Mulder feels his cock start to react. He knows what’s coming but he can’t lie to himself and say it's solely down to that. A lot of it was to do with the fact that Scully was sliding her hand down to massage his inner thighs, her eyes glued onto the screen as the man slides deep inside his lover with a single thrust and Mulder swears he hears Scully moan.

“I didn’t think I would get this wet.”

Holy shit.

If his cock wasn’t hard before, it certainly is now.

Mulder raises his brow to look over at her and she bites her bottom lip with a shy smile. 

“Hmm, really?” He’s aware of the moaning on the video — barely — as his eyes shift down with a lustful pout when he sees how hard her nipples are through his shirt.

“Really,” She replies and before he can comprehend her answer, her fingers are delicately teasing his cock through the cotton of his pants.

As things heat up on the screen, they heat up on Mulder’s couch too, and it doesn’t take long for Scully to shift her hips in eager invitation as she continues to squeeze and caress his cock.

The angle is a bit awkward and her underwear makes touching her difficult, but she seems to enjoy it; if the subtle wiggle of her lips and shallow breaths are anything to go off. Mulder has to admit that he’s enjoying himself too, her touch infinitely better than any he could ever give himself.

“Mmm,” Scully whimpers when Mulder’s fingers slide effortlessly over her clit.

She wasn’t lying, she’s fucking soaked.

—— xxx ——

Mulder’s not even aware of the video anymore. 

His concentration is purely on Scully as she sits opposite him with her feet tucked up at his shoulder and her pussy so close that he feels her heat radiating onto his balls. His thumb is gentle and slow as it rolls over her clit, skin glistening with her arousal and every flick is rewarded with a breathy moan.

There’s no urgency between them and Mulder succumbs to seeing her watch him with dark eyes and heaving chest, blushed and freckled. He can’t even remember when they got undressed. Her fingers are heavenly as they match his rhythm, slow but confident, stroking his cock and tickling under his swollen head with the blunt of her nails.

Dipping his thumb down, he easily slips inside of her and he marvels at the cause and effect; her head tipping back and her lips parting with a breathless sigh. Her hand stalls for a few fleeting moments as she relents to her pleasure but he doesn’t care. At this moment his own pleasure just seems like an afterthought.

Mulder slides his thumb back up and circles her clit again, just how he’s memorized she likes it. Slow, small circles. Scully’s eyes are back on him as she shuffles closer and he bites back a groan when her pussy rests flush against him, like the most delicious temptation that’s just out of reach but close enough to make him dizzy.

She’s getting more unhinged, fingers sloppy and uncoordinated on his cock — like it matters, I’m already embarrassingly close — as he speeds up. It doesn’t take much, but even the slightest increase in pace is enough for her to suck in a breath.

“O-Oh,” She whispers and it’s barely audible over the increasing moans on the television.

His fingers fan out over her mons, gliding through trimmed curls, as he dips his thumb back inside just as her orgasm creeps up on her. Her head falls back and she fights off her pleasure for a few seconds, hand reluctant to stop stroking him until it’s too much and she can’t fight anymore.

“Ah...” Scully moans and Mulder bits his bottom lip at the sound. I know that sound.

Scully’s spasms softly around his thumb and he feels like the luckiest man alive. She’s never overly vocal in bed; but every whimper, moan and pant are as loud to him as the most visceral of screams. He brings her down, pulsing in and out slowly, until her thighs still his hand and he pulls out.

He’s not even aware of his own aching arousal until her fingers wrap around him with a renewed reverence and Mulder’s hips hollow as he bites his lips to stop himself from blowing it too early. It wouldn’t really be too early, but he stubbornly never wants this moment to end.

But with a skilled squeeze to the head of his cock, he knows it’s all over.

He chants her name under his breath — Scully, Scully, Scully — and urges her to keep going with a gesture of his hand. And then he’s there, his body falling back onto the couch as his cock throbs wildly in her hand, shooting his come onto his stomach.

The pleasure is white-hot and all-consuming and he rumbles his approval in his chest. Though nearly as soon as it began, it’s ending and he cracks open his eyes to see her gently stroking him with a post-coital grin on her face.

The room’s silent, save for the crackle of static coming from the television and it makes him chuckle to himself that he can’t even remember when the video had finished.

Scully untangles herself and stands — albeit on wobbly legs — and hands him a few tissues and he cleans himself off as she takes the last sips of her beer. He smiles blissfully, playfully slapping her ass and tugging her back down to him.

“Mulder!” She giggles and tumbles onto him willingly, playfully trying to wrestle out of his grip. “Let go!”

“Never,” He grins and wraps his arms and legs around her to hold her in place.

Her giggles turn into a wholesome laugh as she buries her face into his chest and relaxes into his embrace, her hair tickling his skin.

The leather of his couch is sticking uncomfortably to his ass but like hell he was going to move.

Besides, it wouldn’t be the first time I’d have to get the couch cleaned.

“You know…I think there’s a part two of that movie here somewhere…” His fingers move down to knead the supple flesh of her ass.

The wiggle of her hips, devious look in her eyes and the corresponding stirring of his cock seemed to agree. Like hell he was going to move anywhere anytime soon.

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[scullyverse]

Day 11: On Your Hands and Knees

Prompt: Threesome Pairing: Stella/Mulder/Scully Rating: Explicit Words: 4,268 AO3 Link || Masterlist

🖤 Content warnings; stella/mulder/scully, smut, plot what plot/porn without plot, shameless smut, threesome, threesome f/f/m, polyamory, poly-threesome, polyamorous relationship, vaginal sex, oral sex 🖤

What’s a little mind-blowing, polyamorous sex between lovers?

It’s not exactly what you expected to see when you come home.

Certainly not expected to be greeted by whisper-soft moans, a lightness to them that you’re all too familiar with. Or the sight of unmistakable blonde hair, curled to perfection and bouncing like cotton candy as Stella rides Mulder on your couch — both naked from the waist down like they fumbled with their clothes, impatient with waiting a second longer; Mulder’s jeans pooled on the floor with his boxers around his ankle and Stella’s skirt elegantly folded on the coffee table, paper thin pink lace bunched on top.

She sees you first — a sparkle evident in her wondrous blue eyes — as she slows down, settling for a rolling gyration of her hips; moving with such expertise. She whispers something in Mulder’s ear and suddenly he’s watching you too with an impish grin.

You hadn’t been aware she was coming to the States, the usual correspondence of an email or phone call — or even in some cases a postcard that you will not admit you’ve kept in a tied bundle in your desk drawer — must have slipped her mind.

Either that or she did it for a surprise. You usually hate surprises, but this one you could definitely get on board with. You’re excited to see her again, and by the sudden warmth blossoming in your stomach, your body seems to agree.

“Look who’s home,” Stella’s British cadence sends a small shiver down your spine. She captures your gaze a little longer before returning to placing kisses on Mulder’s jaw.

“Having fun?” You tease, putting your bag down on the floor next to the pile of simplistic black luggage near your door.

“Even more now that you’re here, Scully,” Mulder grins, that grin only widening as you remove your jacket and saunter to the couch, your hips swaying seductively.

You can’t help it. There’s something about her presence that makes you feel desirable — sexy even.

“I didn’t know you were coming to the States,” You murmur against the skin at the back of Stella’s neck, pushing curls to one side as your hands become — once again — acquainted with the perfection of her body.

“Nor did I,” Stella grabs your hands and pulls them around her so you can tease her breasts — so soft and heavy in your hands through expensive silk. “I’ve been assigned to work a liaison case.”

You hum your reply, your return to her skin only to be halted by a pout to Mulder’s bottom lip. You can’t help but smile, leaning past her to kiss him; tasting beer and the familiarity of salty sunflower seeds on his tongue. Moaning softly, appreciating his teeth nibbling at your bottom lip, you let his lips go with a pop.

It’s not untouched by you how his hips stutter at the stimulation of your kiss, Stella’s husky chuckle so close to your ear.

“Easy,” Stella clucks her tongue and plants herself heavier on Mulder’s lap.

You give him one final, sharp kiss as he huffs a laugh.

“You do know how incredible you feel, right? Kinda hard to go easy…” Mulder proves his point with a solid thrust, his hands delicate on Stella’s thighs.

Stella gasps, her sculpted brows creasing together as her lips fall apart — the sight flooding every vein in your body with arousal. Suddenly your clothes feel far too tight…and your panties far too wet.

“I want to watch,” You whisper in her ear, bold enough for Mulder to hear as your hands wander; fingers walking their way down to the heavenly altar between her legs.

“I’d rather you joined,” Stella replies instantly — rather commanding-ly — and your clit throbs in resonance.

You hum your approval with a nod.

“Give me a few minutes to freshen up and I’ll see you in the bedroom,” You promise.

As much as you wish you could just jump right into it — heaven knows the pull of your arousal is begging you to — there’s something about the smell of disinfectant and formaldehyde lingering on your scrubs that turns you off.

Stella removes herself from Mulder’s lap and before you can make a move towards the bathroom, her fingers are bunching your scrub shirt and her lips are pressed against yours; so soft, tongue hot and wet.

You smile, deepening the kiss with eagerness as you settle your hands on her waist. You’ve missed how this feels — how she feels. She’s the ultimate yin to Mulder’s yang; soft against solid, curved against muscle and sweet to his salt.

“Mmm, hello,” You greet her — properly this time — as she brushes a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Hello, darling,” Stella replies as she starts removing the rest of her clothes. “Now, go and freshen up so we can fuck you.”

You startle slightly at her bluntness with a blush as you smirk, watching her ass away as she walks towards your bedroom.

Mulder whispers a hot damn under his breath and you playfully roll her eyes at him. Standing on your toes, you kiss him softly with your hand on his chest — aware, oh very aware, of the hard, condom-sheathed erection nudging your hip.

He sighs softly and returns the kiss, holding your weight into a hug as you inhale the scent of his cologne mixed with the floral undertones of Stella’s perfume.

“How was work?” Mulder asks as you part.

“Uneventful, not something I want to talk about right now,” You brush off over your shoulder, walking towards the bathroom.

“Now,” You stop, looking over your shoulder with sultry eyes. “Into the bedroom with you. I want to see her on her hands and knees when I get back.”

You feel a giddy rush flood your body as his eyes widen for a split second, cock bobbing in response, before he winks and salutes you with two fingers. “Yes, ma’am.”

Laughing, you resume your walk to the bathroom.

—— xxx ——

God bless.

Oh, how you love it when Mulder keeps his promises.

You’re suddenly glad that you no longer have your panties on — otherwise you’re sure they would have been ruined; reduced to a sticky, stained mess.

“Harder,” Stella encourages him as Mulder roughly takes her from behind; ass clenched and thighs taunt.

You watch as Mulder’s hand presses on her lower back, arching her down as he dutifully obliges — always aiming to please — and takes her harder, the sound of skin slapping together like music to your ears.

Climbing onto the bed, you mold yourself to Mulder’s back, watching over his shoulder and kissing the tense muscle under his chin.

“You look sexy like this, Stella,” You grin against Mulder’s skin as you continue to kiss his neck, hands sliding around him to brush his nipples with your thumbs. “You should be on your hands and knees more often.”

“Fuck you,” Stella tosses her hair over her shoulder and catches your gaze with playful eyes and a wicked smirk, tongue moistening her bottom lip.

It’s amazing how the three of you just work.

You and Mulder had been together — making the leap from friends to lovers to partners, in a manner highly unprofessional — for a while before Stella came into your lives. And now, after months and months of figuring things out, the three of you have some sort of relationship — open to the three of you; not defined, but better this way, all of you happy to take things as they fall.

“Such a dirty mouth,” Mulder teases, burying himself deep enough to push the air out of Stella’s lungs.

“Yes,” Stella keens in delight, arching her back and the look in her eyes hits you so suddenly, so urgently, that you can think of nothing more in that moment than for her to come.

Nothing more than for both of them to come, if you're being honest with yourself.

Your body seemed to have come to that conclusion before your mind, your fingers reaching down to gently squeeze Mulder’s balls — his moans and quicken thrusts your sign that he enjoys it. Though, you’re all too aware how much he enjoys it, you’ve blown him and fondled him enough to have memorized all of his erogenous zones as well as your own.

“Damn, Scully,” Mulder exclaims as his fingers dig into Stella’s skin as your own skilled hands guide the movement of his hips. “Keep doing that and this isn’t gonna last long.”

You nibble at the muscles of his shoulder and raise your brow in question to Stella, who just smirks.

She knows as well as you do about Mulder’s remarkable refractory period.

His pubic hair tickles your fingers as you cradle his balls in your hand, squeezing with an expertise you’ve learnt over the years. 

“We want you to come,” You whisper in his ear.

He doesn’t reply — well, at least not in words — just grunts and bends Stella further into the bed, the blonde sighing in pleasure as she complies, sinking onto her elbows.

You’re always awestruck by how pliable Stella can be when she’s this aroused — though, you think, that it probably helps that there’s a level of trust you’ve all built up together and she came into this “relationship” very much a willing participant.

Mulder’s hips piston, every thrust of his ass keeping just enough friction against your clit to keep you wanting.

The bed creaks, protesting with its cries, as you all move together. You’re glad that your bed isn’t against a wall you share with your neighbors or you’d be having some awkward encounters in the hall tomorrow for sure.

“Oh yeah,” Mulder moans, a vibration you can feel resonating through his back into your chest as you bite his earlobe. “I-I’m gonna come…”

Stella all but purrs beneath him and with one final, delicate squeeze of his balls, you feel them tense in your hand. His hips rut erratically, losing any sense of rhythm, before he stills — cock buried to the hilt and fingers bruises the skin of Stella’s hips.

“Ah!” He cries out as he comes.

His body is pure electricity; high strung and quivering as he rides out his orgasm leaving you helpless to do anything but hold him, kissing any skin you can lay your lips on. 

You adore post-orgasm Mulder and the way he melts into a puddle, jiggly and uncharacteristically still as he pours his essence out — both body and soul.

Stella sighs when he removes himself from her, but you don’t let her relax for too long. Mulder’s climax only heightens your own arousal; a steady, deep pulse between your legs and a watering mouth, craving the precious gift on your bed.

As Mulder gets up to clean himself up, you waste no time in running your hands up Stella’s spine, earning a soft drawn out hum of pleasure in return.

It takes only seconds for your fingers to delve through her swollen folds, collecting the arousal so prominently evident seeping out of her, before one — then two — fingers slide home; encased in wet heat.

She gasps in surprise before getting back up on her hands with a swift toss of hair off her shoulders.

“Couldn’t even wait a minute, could you?” She teases and you reward her with a playful slap to her ass.

“Not to make you come, no,” You reply. She knows how impatient you can be in the bedroom.

She chuckles and you grin when her muscles clench around your fingers — which are now sliding in and out of her, settling into a rhythm.

But it’s not enough for you. You need to feel more of her.

Fingers still as you help her get into her knees, her back nestled against your front so you can wrap your free arm around her to keep her steady.

It’s remarkable how much her hands can be on you; even in this awkward position. But your lips curl into a smile and your eyes close when she grasps at your ass, encouraging you to fuck her harder, deeper.

She’s never one to make a lot of noise in the bedroom, but her steady pants, so hot on your cheek, are just as loud and reassuring to you as a scream.

And when your free hand settles between her legs to rub her clit, you almost get one.

Your arms burn with exertion and your fingers are on the brink of cramping, but when she starts to shake; knees trembling on the bed, you forget about all the discomforts.

“Fuck, fuck-fuck,” Stella chants as she finally peaks and shatters; her body trembling like a leaf as her orgasmic vice-like contractions greedily draw your fingers deeper inside.

You sigh with a deep-set satisfaction as you milk her orgasm with the expertise of your fingers, tongue licking and lips sucking away the sweat on her neck — your nose tickled by her hair.

“How does she taste, Scully?”

Mulder’s voice startles you and it’s only then that you become aware of him sitting on the bed, his fingers teasing Stella’s nipples.

You must have had your eyes closed this entire time.

You’re reluctant to remove your fingers from her heat, but as her contractions slow, you leave the comfort of her to bring her taste to your mouth.

It’s like the most forbidden treat; sweet, musky, salty — exploding on your tongue and you savor every last drop of Stella’s euphoria.

“She tastes incredible,” you reply with one last lick of your fingers.

Stella tilts her head to look into your eyes and licks her bottom lip — which is just begging to be kissed. 

And so you do.

She turns and a soft kiss turns hungry; full of heavy, swollen lips and wet tongues that leaves both of you messy and when you pull away you already need to taste her again.

The look in her eyes tells you she feels the same.

Another thing you adore about her is how insatiable she is; a perfect match to both Mulder’s and your own overachieving sexual appetites. She only adds fuel to the fire; like an explosive tank of gasoline.

You catch Mulder’s eyes over her shoulder and he just seems to know — both by the dark wash to his eyes and his semi-hard erection only growing harder by the second.

When he gets off the bed, you usher Stella down, giggling when she flops back onto the bed, breasts bouncing as she huffs out the air in her lungs.

“Someone’s eager,” Stella grins cockily as she settles back onto the pillows; somehow still exuding her every present aura of confidence even though she’s practically melting into the bed; thighs parted and fingers brushing teasingly over her stomach — waiting.

“Fuck right off,” You joke and run your hands up her legs; gliding over her bony calves then the delicate skin at the back of her knees and finally her thighs — so soft and toned, marked by a few rough scars. Utterly Stella. And utter perfection.

Movement out of the corner of your eyes catches your attention and a happiness swells in your chest at Mulder making his way back to the bed — a fresh condom covering his shaft and a loving smile thrown in your direction. It suddenly hits you that you’ve been so swept up in the surprising events tonight, that you’ve only kissed him once since you’ve been home. And that has to change.

Hands leave Stella’s body to smooth over the wiry hair on Mulder’s chest as he invades your space, his heady scent washing over you like a warm blanket as you lock your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

His kisses are different to Stella’s, but hardly paling in comparison. The softness is brought out by the plumpness of his lips rather than the silky smoothness of Stella’s, and his tongue meets your own in a well practiced dance.

You moan softly into his kiss before you part, a single string of saliva keeping your lips connected for a split second before severing the connection with a snap.

“I want you,” You whisper and play with the tuft of hair at the base of his head.

He smiles as you get into a position you frequently inhabit when Stella joins you; on your hands and knees with your lips sucking at the hollow skin of Stella’s inguinal crease as Mulder kneels behind you. His hands are reassuring on your spine as his cock slides between your ass cheeks.

Stella looks down at you with a raised eyebrow, lips parted in anticipation. She’s always commented on how much she enjoys your mouth and you always aim to please.

The tip of Mulder’s cock probes at your entrance and it’s the encouragement you need to part Stella’s labia with your fingers, the tip of your tongue tasting her honeyed arousal straight from the source with a lingering reverence.

“Uhh,” Stella vocalizes, unrestrained and unabashed as she parts her thighs more and tangles her fingers in your hair.

You can’t hold back your own moan when Mulder finally, finally, slides into you; filling you up to the brim in seconds due to how wet and ready you are — and have been ever since you walked in on them fucking on your couch. Any other time you might even be embarrassed with how easily you open up for him.

He feels excruciatingly incredible; warm, solid and curved just right to make your toes curl. You wish you could feel him without the latex barrier, but it was long since agreed that the three of you would always play it safe, even if you and Mulder may not when you’re alone.

Mulder’s heavy on your ass, resting his weight there as you both adjust before your indicating your readiness with a wiggle of your ass and your tongue flicking at Stella’s clit with impatience.

She must enjoy it as she moans and you marvel at the way her head falls back and her neck arches in such a way that makes you hungry to mark every muscle you see exposed. The pearl of her clit is hard when you wrap your lips around it to suck, your nose buried into the sparse curls of her mons.

His hips have started to move, pulsing to drag himself out slowly and then sliding back in, his balls adding a weight against your clit on every thrust.

“I want you to make her come again, Scully,” He instructs from behind you as he curls himself enough to kiss between your shoulders.

As if you weren’t planning on doing just that, but you nod anyway and double your efforts — much to Stella’s delight as her eyes open and her hips follow your tongue; an enchanting game of cat and mouse.

It doesn’t take long before the three of you form a rhythm, Mulder’s thrusts increasing in pace as your tongue replicates the action; buried and moving as deep as it can into Stella’s cunt, the button of your nose rubbing unfocused at her clit.

Your head starts to grow fuzzy, reason fading as Mulder’s fingers prod almost clumsily at your clit — but it’s enough to spearhead your orgasm. Usually you climax like a wave; a slow build up only to topple over again and again, riding the unpredictable waves of bliss — but today, you’re dangling off the edge of a cliff; grappling but the desperate grip of your toes onto the edge of an earth-shattering plummet.

Or like a cocked gun over-stuffed with gunpowder, just ready for that tiny little spark to set off an explosion.

Your moaning, whimpering, panting, as your fingers clench onto cotton sheets, trying your best to keep focus on pleasuring the woman beneath you — but her frustrated hips and desperate tugs at your hair tell you she isn’t getting enough.

“Just suck my clit, focus on that,” Stella instructs — voice deep and raspy; more aroused than she’s been all night. “That’s all I’ll need.”

You can just focus enough on her words to do as you’re told — Stella whining out an urgent yessss , fingers gripping your hair as she starts to grind against your mouth. You can only oblige, relaxing into her movements as your stomach tenses and your thighs begin to shake.

“Scully,” Mulder grunts, his thrusting deep and erratic; groaning every time your muscles clench around him in anticipation of your rapidly approaching orgasm. 

Stella crumbles first.

Her neck arches off the pillows, muscles bulged and vein almost pulsing beneath her skin as her clit throbs wildly unrestrained between your lips. Her arousal makes your lips and chin sticky as she curses under her breath, thighs trapping your head as the waves crash over her.

And it’s your complete undoing.

One unguided jab at your g-spot from Mulder — who’s thrusting almost desperately, animalisticly, into you, knocking the bed frame against the wall — causes you to almost stop breathing, white stars exploding behind your eyes.

“Yes, yes, fuck!” You chant into the seclusion of Stella’s thighs as you frantically contract around Mulder’s cock, every spasm quickly causing another as he moves over your most intimate, sensitive places now alive and humming like pure electricity.

The fact that he hasn’t slowed his pace only makes you come harder — quickly finding yourself on the precipice of the first multiple orgasm you’ve had in weeks.

And there it is.

You cry out, tears of euphoric bliss pooling on your corner lashes as you fall, body shaking and completely, utterly pliable in Mulder’s grasp. You feel like you're floating; the only tether to this worldly plane are Stella’s fingers playing in your hair and Mulder’s fingers bruising your skin.

As you continue to spasm around him, he stills; burying himself as deep as possible and your walls pulse excitedly, milking him as he explodes inside you.

“God, I’m there,” he mewls and almost crumbles behind you, his weight solid on your ass as he gently pulses in and out; stimulating himself within your appreciative cunt.

You rest your forehead against Stella’s pelvis, her thighs finally parting to let you go and fall open onto the bed. The room is suddenly silent; with the exception of your mutual panting — Stella’s almost silent, yours greedy for air and Mulder’s a mixture of gasping and whimpers as he urges a few last delicious twitches of his own orgasm.

“You look sexy like this, Dana,” Stella teases, using your previous remarks against you. “You should be on your hands and knees more often.”

The three of you chuckle, still getting your breath back before kissing her one last time on her mons, Mulder slowly pulling out of you.

When you finally gather up enough strength to move, you flop down heavily next to her, looking into her eyes.

“How long are you in town for?” You ask as she fixes a stray curl behind her ear.

“A week or two,” Stella replies, sitting up to stretch out her arms and back. “The case has, for the most part, already been wrapped up. I’m just here to settle a couple of loose ends.”

Your eyes wander appreciatively over her body; over the dewy glisten of sweat on her skin to how her ribs roll as she stretches. You reach out to touch her reverently with your fingertips; like touching a treasured relic of some worshiped altar.

Her smile is sweet and resonate, leaning ever so slightly into your touch.

“So, where are you staying?” Mulder asks, coming back from the bathroom with his jeans on and open at the fly, t-shirt loosely in his grasp.

He chuckles when you snatch it to slip it over your own body. Stella only raises her eyebrow, running a finger down the cotton between the valley of your breasts.

“You look cute in that,” Stella kisses you briefly before getting off the bed. “I’m staying at my usual hotel. Unless some more enticing nightly arrangements arise.”

Her eyebrow cocks in your direction as Mulder settles on the bed, his hand resting on your thigh.

Your face breaks out into a devious grin — probably far too lustrous considering how sated you feel.

“I do have a guest bedroom,” You lick your bottom lip. “You know, if you ever need a change of scenery…I know hotels can be under stimulating sometimes.”

“A change of scenery?” She queries, standing so confidently in her nakedness. The swell of her breasts and her glistening thighs and cunt make your mouth water; her taste still captivating on your tongue.

Mulder’s lips kiss your throat once before he settles into your side, his stubble scratching delightfully against your heated skin.

“Well, dirty all-night sex is a change of scenery, right?”

Stella laughs at his words, eyes sparkling at the invitation back into your bed.

“Quite,” She moves closer to kiss you again, humming at her taste before moving to kiss Mulder, her hand cradling the side of his neck.

“I’ll take you up on that offer,” She fixes her hair and turns to leave the bedroom, ass swaying with a tantalizing swagger that makes you wet all over again. Oh, how you want to bury your face in it.

She pauses at the doorway, looking over her shoulder.

“Maybe next time we can have Fox on his hands and knees…it’s been a while since we’ve pegged him.”

Your eyes widen in desirable surprise as Mulder’s spent cock swells slightly in the denim confines of his jeans. 

Stella only winks and leaves the room, leaving you feeling far too hot in Mulder’s t-shirt and gushing a renewed wetness between your legs.

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[scullyverse]

I’m Glad You Stayed

Prompt by anon;

“We’re just…friends" - “Friends don’t do this type of shit!”

I haven’t written smut in so long so it felt a little weird to write it again, but I hope it’s okay and that you like it anon! And I have used my head cannon here that during sex they use their first names instead of Mulder and Scully . I don’t know why I think that they would, I just do. I think there’s something very personal and intimate about it that is so very them.

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Scully and Mulder’s usual Friday night dinner turns into something much more interesting. Takes place a few months after Fight the Future.

Mulder/Scully || filth || 4.3K words || Rating E (Explicit for smut)

It was how most Friday nights seemed to turn out these days. With Mulder sitting on his couch, feet rested up on the coffee table with a beer in his hands and one Dana Scully rolling her eyes next to him as he made a joke about the trashy movie they were watching. It had started to become some what of a routine since their return from Antartica a few months ago and Scully had to admit that she was beginning to look forward to her Friday nights now. It would start with a dinner of take away Chinese food and end with them having a drink and watching an old school sci fi movie. Though most of the time the television would be forgotten as they talked about nothing in particular before Scully would call it a night and drive herself back to her apartment. Mulder would insist she stay, saying that it was late and she could take his bed for the night, but every time she would just smile slightly and whisper ‘Goodnight Mulder’ before touching his lips with her fingers and leave. She would spend the whole drive home thinking of him and his pouting lips.

“Scully, seriously, I don’t want you driving home in this tonight, it’s raining cats and dogs out there” Mulder titled his beer towards the window, the rain pelting the glass and the wind howling through the gaps in the fixtures. “You know I sleep on the couch anyway, just take my bed, it has clean sheets and everything”

Sighing, Scully looked out the window and she shuddered slightly with the anticipation, or really lack there of, of having to drive back to her apartment in the storm raging outside. She really didn’t want to risk driving home, but as she let her eyes wander back to Mulder sitting there with that smirk on his face she could feel a rush of butterflies hit her stomach and knew that staying here could be a bad decision too. She couldn’t remember everything that had happened to her leading up to her regaining consciousness on the ice sheets in Antartica, but she had remembered every minuet detail of Mulder’s confession to her in the hallway of his apartment block. It replayed over and over in her head every time she looked into his eyes, the way he had poured his heart out to her and the way his breath had felt on her lips before every thing became blurred still lingered in her head.

But along with that was a tight grip on her heart with the constant worry that his confession could very well have just been a way to get her to stay and nothing more and that these feelings she had developed were completely one sided. She couldn’t risk her friendship with Mulder by asking him about it. His was the only true friendship she had ever had and she knew she couldn’t do anything to jeopardise it. He was far too important to her to lose over her stupid complexion of feelings.

“Wow, clean sheets? You really know how to impress a girl” Scully rolled her eyes with a smirk, her tone patronising but her eyes tinkling with playfulness as she put her empty beer bottle down on the coffee table. The banter that they had developed over the years was finally settling into something Scully treasured as much as she would never admit that to him.

“Well you know me Scully, I’m always here to impress the ladies” Bringing his beer to his mouth, Mulder wiggled his eyebrows slightly which caused Scully to laugh, giving him a light punch to the arm.

“In your dreams Mulder”

She knew that she had to leave now before it got any later and before her resolve weakened anymore. Scully needed to be in control of herself, had to reign in her feelings as to not ruin this and she knew that it would become harder and harder for her to do so if she stayed, knowing he would be there just on the other side of a bedroom wall. Pushing herself up from the couch, Scully was about to wish Mulder good night before she felt a hand wrap around her wrist, gentle but firm, which caused her to look back, seeing Mulder watch her with a look to his eyes that she hadn’t seen before. “Scully, come on...Stay”

Scully’s breath hitched in her throat as she froze, looking into his eyes. It was such a simple request that she would usually turn down but there was just something about the way he was looking at her that caused her head to nod without her control as she eased back down onto the couch, feeling the gentle grip on her wrist vanish. “Okay”

’What am I doing?’ Scully thought to herself as she rubbed her hands on her thighs, suddenly feeling them get a little clammy. This was dangerous territory and she could feel her heart begin to thump in her chest. She was usually so in control of her emotions, taking pride in being one to maintain professionalism, but lately with Mulder she was finding it harder and harder to suppress the urges she felt to find out what his lips tasted like.

‘Stop! This is Mulder. He doesn’t see you like that. He is just being a good friend’ Tucking her hands together between her knees she gave him an awkward smile, suddenly feeling stupid sitting on his couch thinking about kissing him while he was just trying to extend some good hospitality and make sure she didn’t go and drive in the storm.

Mulder’s face broke into a grin as he quickly finished up his beer before he put the empty bottle back down on the coffee table. “I’m glad you decided to stay Scully. I didn’t want you driving in that tonight...Did you want another drink?”

“No that’s okay, I might just go get ready fo-“

“I have some spare clothes if you would like? I’m sure they will be more comfortable to sleep in” Mulder didn’t wait for an answer, before he practically jumped up from the couch, disappearing into his bedroom. Scully sat there stunned, but couldn’t help herself from smiling warmly at how sweet he was to her. Looking down at her outfit she knew he was right, her usual work attire wouldn’t be that comfortable to sleep in after all. But could she really borrow his clothes? And have to deal with being wrapped up in his scent all night. She was sure that she wouldn’t be getting much sleep anyway for reasons other than her clothes so she decided she may as well be as comfortable as possible.

Hearing the scuffle of his feet again, Scully looked up and saw him smile, handing her a worn grey t shirt and some plaid pyjama shorts which she was sure would be way too big but she took them anyway with a grateful smile. “Thanks Mulder”

“Feel free to shower if you want too. You know where the spare towels are”

“It’s okay. I’ll just go get changed...” Trailing off, Scully brushed her thumb over the material of the bundled clothes in her arms before she stood, brushing past him as he sat back down on the couch, feeling his eyes on her as she moved towards his bedroom.

Sure she had been in Mulder’s bedroom before, but there hadn’t been such hesitation as there was now. Scully bit her lower lip, pushing the door closed, resting against the wood as she felt it click shut behind her. She seriously needed to get a grip of herself. Shaking her head slightly, Scully quickly removed her clothes, putting them into a pile on the chest of drawers against the wall, making sure to tuck and fold her bra into her shirt so it wouldn’t be seen.

Standing in just her underwear, Scully felt herself bringing his clothes to her nose and inhaled slightly. She couldn’t help the smile creeping onto her face at the feeling of Mulder invading her senses before she quickly slipped on his shirt. Looking down at herself she placed his shorts in a pile next to her own clothes, realising that his shirt fell nearly to her knees and that his shorts wouldn’t fit her anyway.

Running her fingers through her hair, Scully took a deep breath before she bucked up enough courage to open his bedroom door. If Mulder only saw her as a friend, surely her being so under dressed wouldn’t hurt. Besides, she would only be popping out for a moment to wish him good night anyway. Opening the door quietly, she crossed her arms over her chest to cover herself, still feeling slightly exposed. Looking towards the couch, she felt her breath stop at the way Mulder was gazing at her. His lips were parted slightly and his eyes were roaming over her body, she could feel them working inch by inch over her and she had to admit that it made a warmth blossom between her legs. She willed her body to stop it.

“S-Scully...” Mulder stuttered, getting to his feet he licked his lips as they curled up into a smirk, something else that shot straight to her core. He began walking towards her, stopping in front of her just enough to still give her some space. “That shirt looks good on you, you should wear it more often”

Feeling a heat flush her cheeks, Scully tucked her arms tighter to her body with a smile. She had to admit, it felt good to wear his shirt. “Thanks again. At least you won’t have to worry about me stretching it out or anything” They both chuckled softly as she watched him reach out, his fingers barely touching the fabric that hung at her waist. She couldn’t help the way her heart hammered in her chest and the way her breathing quickened in her throat. Scully dug her fingers into her own arm, physically having to fight the urge to just take that step closer and kiss him. “Well, goodnight Mulder” It was barely a whisper before she turned, her arms falling down to her sides.

“Wait, Scully”

It happened suddenly. One second she was turning to head back into his bedroom, the next he had pulled her back towards him by her waist, his face inches always as he looked into her eyes. She saw how dark his eyes were, how dilated they had become and she could feel the warmth spread between her legs again.

She could feel her resolve shattering as she sucked in a breath, her fingers reaching out to rest on his chest. This wasn’t right. He just needed her to stay. This was just so she wouldn’t leave him. It didn’t mean anything more to him than that...Right?

“Mulder, please. This is just because you are scared I’m still going to walk...You mean more to me than that Mulder. We’re just....friends-“

“Friends don’t do this type of shit Scully and you know it! Friends don’t have these feelings. Don’t use the excuse of what I said before because you know that’s not what’s happening here. I want you. So much that it kills me. And I know you feel it too because I can see it in your eyes” His hand tightened slightly on her hips, his eyes filled with such intensity that she felt like she couldn’t breathe. “If you don’t want his then please...tell me to stop” His voice was soft as he leaned in, closing the gap between them. It was the final restraint that snapped inside her as she arched onto her toes, crashing their lips together with a moan.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she moulded their bodies together, his hands reaching out to cup her ass causing her to gasp into his mouth. This should feel strange, having Mulder touching her like this, but she had never felt anything more natural. The kiss became heated as Scully felt his strong arms lift her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, her centre coming into contact with the growing erection in his jeans. Needing to breathe, Scully pulled back from the kiss, her forehead resting on Mulder’s as her fingers played with the tuft of hair at the base of his neck.

“I will never tell you to stop”

It was like a light switched in Mulder as he pushed their lips together again, teeth clashing together desperately as he began to move back towards the couch, nearly tripping over the coffee table before he almost collapsed back down, Scully using the moment to place her knees either side of him on the couch, her back arching as she straddled him.

‘Oh god, this is really happening’ Scully thought as she felt his hands slide under her shirt, tracing her spine as he pulled the material up with his hands, stopping with the material resting underneath her breasts. Mulder pulled back, hips lips swollen and glistening and his eyes begged for permission before Scully licked her bottom lip, reaching down to remove the shirt herself, tossing it behind her. She watched as his eyes dropped from her own to her chest, a rumble vibrating in his throat.

“God you’re beautiful”

Mulder used his arms to arch her back slightly on his lap so he could lean down, his nose brushing against her skin as he breathed her in, giving a soft kiss to the gold cross resting between her collarbones. Scully chewed on her bottom lip as she watched him, one hand reaching behind her to rest on his knee and the other running through his hair, urging him on. At a slight grip in his hair, Mulder took the hint and began running his tongue over her skin, causing goosebumps to appear on her flesh before he took a nipple into his mouth, Scully’s eyes closing at the sudden stab of arousal to her centre. Groaning, she pulled his head closer to her chest, her toes curling against the fabric of the couch, her hips moving ever so slightly seeking any friction she could get against the warm body beneath her, occasionally feeling the bulge in his jeans rub against her core.

Going from one nipple to the other, Mulder began to move his hips, his own arousal surging whenever Scully tugged at his hair or gave a throaty moan. Pulling away from her, his hands returned to her hips, his fingers digging in ever so slightly as he watched her move above him, a pink flush rising on her cheeks and down her chest. Reaching out, Scully tugged at his shirt, quickly pulling it over his head, her hips never stopping their movement, now only encouraged with his hands which were pulling her hips down harder into him.

Groaning, Scully slumped forwards slightly, feeling her arousal grow rapidly at the feeling of Mulder rubbing against her and the way their breaths mingled together, foreheads pressed against each other, their eyes open. Watching each other. It was the most erotic thing Scully had ever felt in her life and she knew she needed more.

“Please...I need you” Her voice was thick with arousal as her fingers played with his lips, a sudden throb in her core when he took a digit into his mouth, kissing it gently.

Mulder groaned as he gave a slight nod, pushing their lips together again as he ran his hands up and down her naked back before she shifted off of him, pulling him with her as she stood in front of the couch. Mulder made quick work of removing his jeans, letting them and his boxers fall to the floor as he watched Scully wiggle her underwear down her hips, the black material sliding down against her pale flesh. Scully licked her bottom lip as her eyes wandered over him, watching how his chest rose and fell with his quickened breath, how his nipples stood erect with arousal and her eyes finally settling on his erection. She had seen him naked before, even in a semi aroused state, but not like this. Not so unashamed and on display just for her. Her fingers reached out to touch him slightly, seeing arousal seep out of the tip which caused his stomach to suck in suddenly, a moan falling from his lips “Dana”

Looking back up to him she smiled, suddenly loving how her name sounded coming from his lips like this. She ran her fingers up and down his erection a few times before she kicked her underwear off from around her ankles, pushing him softly back against the couch. “Sit down” She whispered and smiled again with how quickly Mulder obliged, reaching out for her once he made himself comfortable against the fabric of the couch.

Scully intertwined their fingers as she stepped forward, her knees sliding once again either side of him, as she settled her hips down, feeling his erection sit between her legs, brushing against the cleft between her legs. Mulder’s hands reached up to cup her face, his thumbs running over her cheeks before he captured her in a kiss. It wasn’t rushed like before, but slow and languid, one that caused Scully to relax and sink down further, her hips moving slightly to allow him to slip in between her folds, rolling her hips to coat him with the wetness that pooled between her legs and only flowed more every time the tip of his penis hit her clit. Mulder groaned, his own hips moving of their own accord into a gentle rocking motion.

They kissed for what seemed like hours as the storm still raged on outside, just taking the time to get to know each other and how the tiniest of movements caused a moan before the teasing became too much and Scully finally reached down, her hips lifting up as her fingers wrapped around him, guiding his tip to her entrance. Looking into his eyes, she rested their already sweaty foreheads together as she lowered herself, sinking onto him slowly before she wiggled her hips, settled on him completely with a sudden and exquisite sense of fullness with him buried into her so deeply causing Mulder to groan.

“Fuck” Scully breathed out, her voice low and husky as her fingers rested on his chest, taking the time she needed to allow her body to adjust to him. She hadn’t been intimate with anyone but herself in a long time and even though she was more than ready and aroused for him, her body was still protesting somewhat against his size. Mulder’s breathing steadied once she was still and used the time to run his hands all over her body, his lips brushing the underside of her jaw as she tilted her head back, giving him all the access he wanted.

Her heart burst in her chest with how patient he was being, though she could sense he was struggling to keep still by the way he twitched occasionally inside of her and how his hips shook ever so slightly with his restraint. Sucking her bottom lip between her teeth, Scully arched up onto her knees slightly as she moved, letting herself rise off him until just the tip was left inside her before sinking down again, feeling every part of him rub against her inner walls. Mulder gasped slightly, his hands settling onto her hips, there to help and encourage her movements as she repeated them, making sure to rock herself against him when he was fully inside of her, the friction delicious on her clit on every down beat.

It didn’t take long for them to establish a rhythm, slow and hard, Mulder using his hands to push her down every time she sunk back onto him, each time Scully’s breath hitching in her throat. A strangled “Uhh” was all she managed to say, her brain short circuiting with the way his lips now sucked on the pulse point just behind her ear. Scully’s toes curled as Mulder shifted slightly, causing him to wiggle against her G-Spot, causing a pulse of electricity to shoot through her. “Do that again”

Mulder pumped his hips again, titling himself back a little in order to use the angle to his advantage to hit that soft spot inside her, rewarded with another grunt from Scully’s lips as she began to quicken her movements, leaning forwards so she could wrap her arms around his back, her nails digging into his shoulder blades as she kissed him again. He tasted saltier now they had began to sweat and Scully never wanted to stop tasting him because he just tasted so distinctly like Mulder. But it was becoming harder to breath the faster their hips moved against each other so Scully broke away, her forehead resting on his shoulder panting slightly. “F-Fox...”

She was close, she could feel the tell tale signs of how her stomach clenched and a warmth began to creep up from her toes. Mulder must have felt it too as he used one hand to reach between them, his fingers brushing against her clit just enough to cause her to let out a gasp, causing him to nudge her head back with his shoulder, his hips never stumbling in their movements. “Look at me Dana” Mulder grunted.

Scully pulled her head off his shoulder as she looked into his eyes, seeing them dark and his cheeks flushed with arousal. The way he looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing on her earth and the flick of his fingers against her clit was enough to push her over the edge. “Oh god...” Scully cried out, her eyes snapped shut as her head fell back, her orgasm rushing through her which caused her inner walls to pulse around him, her toes digging into the couch. Mulder held her tightly, his fingers and hips slowing down just enough to keep her pleasure going for as long as possible as he watched her, captivated with how beautiful she looked when she came.

Her orgasm seemed to go on forever and all she could manage to do was pant, her eyebrows frowned together and her body glad to have Mulder holding her to stop her from falling backwards. “You look so beautiful right now” Mulder whispered kissing the bared column of her throat as she smiled blissfully, giving him a groan of approval as she started to float back down to earth. Opening her eyes, she looked down at him and smiled again, one hand now resting on his chest and the other into his hair, angling his head to kiss her again before she began to move her hips once more, giving him permission to resume the pace he needed to push himself over the edge.

“Come for me” She urged him as she looked into his eyes.

Mulder understood and picked up his pace, his hands moving again to grasp her hips, his nails digging into her supple flesh. Grunting with the pace, Scully bit her bottom lip, pushing through the slight over sensitivity she was feeling between her legs, knowing that by the look on his face and the way his movements were uneven he was close. Mulder’s head tilted back as he began to pound up into her with a passion that took Scully’s breath away. Scully nipped at his jawline and that was all it took for him to snap his eyes shut and a low groan erupted from his throat.

‘Fuck, Dana...I-“ He didn’t manage to finish his sentence before his hands slammed her hips down onto him and his hips stilled. Scully gave a low moan as she felt him come inside her, his cock throbbing and releasing inside of her, a hot feeling spreading between her legs as she touched her fingers to his lips, using the muscles of her inner walls to pulse around him, massaging him to keep his orgasm going for as long as she could. Mulder’s eyes opened as he looked at her, a lazy smile creeping up onto his lips. Scully smiled in return as he kissed her fingers again, his fingers now running along the goosebumped flesh of her lower back.

Scully could feel him begin to soften inside of her, but she didn’t want him to leave her just yet. Leaning forward, she met his waiting lips in a soft kiss, her heart bounding in her chest. This certainly wasn’t what she thought would happen tonight but she couldn’t say that she hadn’t loved every second. She knew that they would have to talk about this, about how this would affect their friendship but right now she just wanted to lay here, feeling the most content she had felt in her life.

His arms wrapped around her back, pulling her flush against him as he kissed her forehead. She knew that no matter what happened in the future, she belonged right here in his arms with him inside her. This was where she needed to be and no matter what she would fight to remain with him for as long as she was alive.

“I’m glad you stayed”

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[scullyverse]

Eight Weeks

Prompt by anon; 

“Really? You wanna have sex...Here? Now?”

I had a lot of fun writing this one, and I adore the relationship between Mulder and Scully here. This is actually the 1st part of a 2 part fic combination with another prompt. So stay tuned for part 2 in the future!

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Scully’s sudden hormones cause some unexpected ‘activities’ to happen while they are on a stake out. Set in the time period after ‘All Things’ and before ‘Requiem’.

Mulder/Scully || Filth || 7.7k words || Rating E (Explicit for smut)

“I’m starting to think you got some false information.”

Scully sighed as she lowered the pair of binoculars from her eyes, her gaze falling to Mulder. 

“Dawson said that Harvey would be here around 10pm. It is now 1 am and he still hasn’t shown his face. We’ve been here 3 hours, Mulder. I’m tired, it’s hot and I think we both need to get some rest.” 

They had been out on this case for the last few days, jumping from lead to lead. Mulder had happily chased every dangled clue and Scully had obediently followed; mostly because she had been so exhausted lately that she really didn’t have enough energy to argue with him about how obvious it was that he was being led around in circles. 

They had both been run to exhaustion with a seemingly endless circulation of cases and paperwork and it seemed to Scully that she hadn’t slept in her own bed in weeks. She couldn’t speak for Mulder, but she knew it was certainly starting to take a toll on her; both physically and emotionally. 

The last week or so she had been feeling slightly dizzy and she had started to get nauseous; much to her embarrassment with how many times she had to ask Mulder to pull the car over so she could bring up what little amount of breakfast she had managed to keep down that morning. She was certain that it was nothing to worry about and had told Mulder that every time he asked her if she was okay. She just needed to get home and sleep in her own bed and get her body back to running on something other than pure adrenaline and coffee.

“Come on Scully, we are so close with this, I can feel it. I know you haven’t been feeling the best so why don’t you have a rest? I can wake you if anything exciting happens.” 

Scully watched him with tired eyes as Mulder lowered his own binoculars, looking across at her as she sighed and rested her head back against the seat. She had to admit it would be nice to have a little rest, even if it was only for a few minutes. 

Putting her binoculars on the dashboard, she fanned herself as she leaned over to roll her window down slightly, just enough to let some fresh air in; even if the air seemed to be just as hot outside as it was inside the car. It had now ticked over into the early hours of the morning, but the hot and humid weather seemed to stick around, the thick foliage of the forest they were staking out in not helping with the humidity. 

“I doubt anything exciting is going to happen. If he was coming, he would have shown up by now. But I think I might take you up on that offer of a rest.”

“Just don’t drool on the car seat, I would like to get my deposit back this time.”

“Shut up, Mulder.”

Scully smirked as she rolled her eyes, her head turned towards Mulder and her arms resting together in her lap. She watched as Mulder gave a smile, reaching over to brush some of her hair behind her ear before he turned his attention back out his window, bringing his binoculars back up to his eyes. Although she wasn’t usually a fan of stake outs most of the time because of how tedious they were, she liked doing them with Mulder. It was comforting to have him in the car with her. 

They had always had a connection and they had steadily grown closer over the years spent together. It wasn’t until after her battle with cancer that the feelings between them had shifted from friends to something more than that. It was then that Scully knew that Mulder held her heart in a way that no one else had or probably ever could. Things continued to grow until they reached a boiling point when they returned from Antartica, which had led her to invite him into her bed, the night filled with discovery and passionate sex. They had been in a sexual relationship since, starting as a casual occurrence to what they had now; something as close to, what normal people might consider, an intimate relationship.

That intimate relationship, though, had seemingly been put on hold these last few weeks by constant cases and a heavy workload and Scully had to admit, she missed it. Closing her eyes with a soft sigh, Scully snuggled down further into the car seat, trying to get as comfortable as she could in this position and not think of the way she missed Mulder’s weight on top of her and his lips on hers. 

She told herself she would only rest her eyes, but it didn’t take long for her head to loll to the side, her lips parting as the soft hum of the car radio began to fade as she slipped into sleep.

All she could feel was him. 

His heavy weight on her as he rested between her parted legs, her ankles clasped around his body, pulling his hips closer with every thrust. 

The scent of sweat and arousal clung to the air as she gripped his shoulder blades, nails digging into his flesh. She could feel herself getting closer, spurred on by the increased breathing against her neck, the way he groaned just that little bit louder. 

The only sounds in the room were the squeaking of the bed and the slick, wet sounds of their bodies joining together between her legs. Her name purred off his lips as he picked up his pace, his hand slipping between her body and the mattress to angle her hips up closer to him. 

She could feel herself slipping over that delicious edge and with just a little more-

Scully jolted awake, her eyes opening suddenly as she sat up from her slumped position. Sighing, her hand reached up to wipe her forehead, a light sheen of sweat present there now, and she was sure it wasn’t just from the humid weather. The dream had felt so real. Her dreams had never been this intense before but she had noticed that her dreams seemingly had become more vivid recently. Maybe it had something to do with their hectic schedules of late and her inability to wind down, or maybe it was because she just found herself missing sex. Or more accurately, missing sex with Mulder. 

Scully had always considered herself a sexual person, enjoying it as much as the next person, but with Mulder it was as if she craved it, especially recently, and he was more than happy to oblige, being just as eager to have her as she seemed to need him. 

Looking over at the car clock she noticed only a mere 20 minutes had passed and Mulder’s gaze was still fixated to wherever he assumed the suspect would magically appear. Biting her lower lip, Scully rested her head back against the seat, a heat now coursing through her veins as the visions of her dream flashed behind her eyes and she just couldn’t seem to shake them away. 

Tilting her head, she watched as Mulder lowered his binoculars and placed them in his lap, his fingers fiddling with a sunflower seed before he put it in his mouth. Scully became captivated with how his teeth held the seed between them, how his lips and tongue moved together to crack the shell before swallowing the treat inside. 

Scully knew what wonderful things that mouth could do and all of a sudden she felt a hunger to have him like she hadn’t felt since their first night together, settling deep in her belly and pooling between her legs.

She couldn’t quite place it, but the urge was suddenly so strong and she found herself struggling to push it down. It was like her body was screaming at her to have him and have him now. Shaking her head slightly, Scully tried to ignore it and remind herself that they were on the clock working. That no matter what, she wouldn’t let her own personal feelings interfere with their ability to perform their jobs. They had both come to an understanding that their new sexual relationship wouldn’t get in the way of their working relationship. And that meant that they wouldn’t let themselves succumb to their desires while working, whether in their basement office or out in the field. 

She managed to quell the feelings for a few minutes, just watching him continue to nibble on a small handful of sunflower seeds, before the thrumming between her legs and the fire in her stomach became too much for her to ignore. Fuck the rules.

Chewing on her bottom lip, Scully looked around, taking in the surrounding environment before she gave herself a mental green light. There was no one around and they were in the middle of nowhere, the chance of them getting interrupted was extremely slim which caused a pang of arousal to hit her centre, causing her to clench her thighs together.

Flicking off her heels in silence, Scully was glad that she had chosen to forgo wearing her usual stockings under her skirt today because of the heat. It would make this a whole lot easier. Opening her door, Scully gracefully got out of the car, ignoring Mulder’s curious eyebrow raise.

“Scully? Where are you going?” 

Mulder’s question was cut off as Scully nudged the door shut with her hip, running her fingers through her hair. Mulder watched as Scully walked around the front of the car on her toes, avoiding the pebbles on the ground before she stopped at the passenger side, their eyes meeting through his window. 

Scully raised her eyebrow as she placed her hands on her hips expectantly. Mulder stopped chewing on his last sunflower seed as he quickly opened the car door, expecting to get some answers as to why Scully had abruptly left. Scully watched him as she rested her hand on the top of the car door, her weight falling against the metal as she bit her bottom lip, her eyes dark with arousal. 

“Push the seat back, Mulder.” 

Mulder gave her a confused look which only lasted a second before he seemed to register what she said and leaned forward to pull the lever under the seat, pushing his weight back so the seat pushed back as far as it could go. Scully felt the flush of arousal burn her cheeks as she stepped closer, taking the binoculars from Mulder’s lap. Scully let her fingers brush against the seam of his pants, lingering longer than necessary before she chucked the binoculars to her seat, making room for herself on his thighs.

Mulder was momentarily silenced as he watched Scully sensually gather her skirt up around her waist, flashing him a quick glimpse of her red underwear, before she ducked her head and climbed into the car. Mulder’s hands instantly reached out to her hips to stabilise her as she settled straddled across his lap, her knees falling on the seat either side of his thighs before she reached over to pull the car door shut.

“Scully what are you-“ 

His question was cut off as Scully shushed him by quickly crashing their lips together with an urgency that ended with the kiss being sloppy and passionate. Their tongues and teeth clashed together as Scully moaned, her hands resting on either side of his neck. Mulder’s hands stayed glued to her hips, not daring to move as she pulled away, her lips swollen with the intensity of their kiss. 

Scully rested further down onto his lap as she looked into his eyes, her tongue licking his salty taste off her bottom lip. Mulder swallowed as he searched her eyes, sitting back against the car seat in slight disbelief, his fingers brushing against the fabric of her shirt.

“Not that I’m complaining right now Scully, but wh-“

“We’re going to have sex. Right now.”

Scully’s words cut him off and his lips parted in shock. It wasn’t like her to initiate sex so openly like this, and never while they were on the job, but she knew it was the only way to sate the suddenly overwhelming hunger gnawing at her insides. Scully smirked when she felt Mulder grow hard beneath her, his semi-hard erection rubbing deliciously against her centre as she shifted her weight.

She had to suppress a chuckle with how Mulder sat still, his whole body unmoving with his obvious shock before he rapidly blinked when Scully reached down to unbuckle his belt. Her gaze fell down to watch as she made quick work of unzipping his fly, reaching her fingers inside and teasing him through his boxers. Mulder seemed to catch on that she was serious as his hands moved to her thighs, pushing her skirt up a little bit higher, his eyes still wide and watching her talented fingers bring his erection to full attention.

“Really? You want to have sex? Here? Now?”

“Did I stutter, Mulder?”

Mulder groaned before he gave her a cocky grin, adjusting his hips so she could pull his pants and boxers down enough for his cock to spring free, resting against his stomach. Mulder cleared his throat as his fingertips dug slightly harder into Scully’s thighs in anticipation.

“Heard you loud and clear.”

The position was a little awkward, but Scully smiled when she got herself comfortable again, her eyes looking back up to Mulder’s, her fingertips brushing against his cock softly. Teasing.

“Good. Now let me ride you, Agent Mulder.”

The way his name purred from her lips caused Mulder to groan as Scully lifted herself up slightly, Mulder’s hands keeping her steady. Scully let go of Mulder’s erection as she bunched her skirt up and reached between her legs to pull her underwear to the side, exposing her wet and swollen lips, lips that Mulder couldn’t help but reach out to touch. 

Moaning, Scully bit her bottom lip as she let Mulder play with her for a moment, her eyes slipping closed as his slippery fingers brushed against her clit and down to her entrance. His cock was now fully erect and obviously just as excited as Mulder was from the anticipation of what his body knew was coming. 

“Jesus, Scully. When did you get this wet?”

Scully’s eyes opened with a smirk, looking down to watch his fingers disappear between her legs before he pulled them away, now coated with her arousal. Mulder looked up at her with dark eyes as he returned to gently rubbing her clit.

“Why don’t you stop teasing me and feel how wet I really am”

She started to get impatient, the want to have him inside her growing as she reached down to touch his cock, giving it a few strokes before she captured his lips with hers again, shuffling forward a little bit to get herself in position. Mulder’s fingers left her centre as he grabbed her hips, now holding her skirt up with both hands, giving her room to see what she was doing.

Breaking away from the kiss, Scully looked down between them as she lined his cock up with her entrance, letting the tip slide between her folds in preparation as Mulder’s grip on her tightened, his hips jerking ever so slightly with a huff of his breath against her forehead.

Once she was satisfied with how wet he now was, she rested her free hand on his shoulder as she began to lower herself down, her breath hitching in her throat as he began to fill her, inch by inch. The desire inside of her was screaming for her to hurry, but she held herself back enough to take her time until he was buried fully inside of her, her hips now flush with his pelvic bone.

Mulder moaned as he bent his head down slightly to capture her lips, his hands coming up to rest on either side of her face, trying to calm himself down while Scully took the time to adjust to him. Scully gave a whimper into his lips as she rocked her hips experimentally before breaking the kiss, pulling away enough to look into his eyes with a smile.

“Mmm, now that’s how I like my Mulder.”

Scully had to admit, no matter how many times they did this, she still got those same butterflies in her stomach with how they seemed to just fit together so well. Placing both hands on Mudler’s chest, she gripped the fabric of his shirt softly between her fingers as she began to get up onto her knees, starting a slow rhythm of riding him up and down before rocking her hips backwards and forwards, still letting her body adjust but trying to somewhat subdue the fire burning in her belly.

The slight grunts coming from somewhere deep in Mulder’s chest sent arousal shooting to her centre as she tilted her head back slightly, allowing herself to pick up her rhythm. It was a little bit difficult in the car, but her height for once was making things easier and it allowed her to rise and fall on his lap without hitting her head. Scully gripped his shirt tighter in her fingers as she leaned forward, resting her forehead on his shoulder, breathing in his scent. The smell of his aftershave mixed with the sweat brought on from the day was intoxicating. 

Mulder rested his chin on the mass of Scully’s hair as he fumbled with the shirt at her waist, frantically pulling it out of her skirt to seek the feel of her skin. Scully gave a moan of approval when she felt his slightly calloused fingers against her skin, sliding under her shirt towards her back, fingers sprawled against her spine. The way he touched her, so gently but at the same time claiming his territory made her shiver with arousal as she felt her inner muscles clench around his cock instinctively.

“Jesus Scully!”

Mulder groaned as he gave a kiss to her hair, his hips now starting a rhythm of their own, urged on by the way her walls seemed to invite him in. Scully murmured a muffled “Yes!” into his neck as she matched his rhythm, sitting herself down as he thrust up, getting the deepest angle they could in this position. It wasn’t ideal as Mulder’s knees kept hitting the car door, but it was working in getting them to the goal they both now seemed desperate to seek. 

Scully pulled her head away as she gave him a rough kiss before she rested her hands on his shoulders, making it easier for her to begin to speed up her movements, her knees rubbing against the leather of the car seat below. Mulder looked into her eyes as she smirked, clenching around him once again, on purpose this time.

“I need more. Don’t be careful with me now, Mulder.”

Scully’s eyes twinkled with delight as she heard a growl vibrate from Mulder’s throat as he stopped their movements for a moment, using his hands now to tug at her shirt, not bothering to unbutton it all the way, just enough to roughly pull it open at the top, exposing her bra. Scully rested down onto his lap as she quickly unbuttoned his shirt too, exposing the tuft of chest hairs just above his pectoral muscles that she loved so much. 

Mulder didn’t hesitate in pushing the left bra cup down, exposing her breast before his mouth latched onto her erect nipple, already a blushed pink colour from her arousal. Gasping, Scully arched up, her hand grabbing onto his hair as she held him against her, his hot mouth sucking and licking her into bliss. She didn’t know what was happening tonight, but her breasts had never been this sensitive to his touch before, it was like every swipe of his tongue against her nipple sent a jolt directly to her clit.

Scully couldn’t sit still any longer, she needed to move. Gripping his hair, she held him against her as she began to rock her hips once more, her clit rubbing against his body with every roll of her hips. Mulder gave her nipple one last suck, pulling it tightly between his lips as he pulled his head back, finally letting it pop out of his mouth. Scully let out a whimper as he started to move with her, his hands returning to her back, sliding underneath her skirt to rest against her ass. Mulder gripped the flesh tightly in his fingers as he started to guide her hips, bringing her down with a little more force than she could achieve on her own. Scully wasn’t usually one to be overly vocal in the bedroom, but as Mulder began to pick up his pace she couldn’t hold herself back, her restraint breaking with the constant brushing of his cock against her g-spot.

“Oh god, Mulder!” 

Scully’s voice dropped a few octaves lower, the unusually raspy tones made Mulder groan. He always loved the sound of her voice when it was dripping with her arousal like that. Scully began to fully let herself go, her pace quickening as Mulder matched her thrust for thrust, their skin slapping together as Scully dug her fingers into his chest. Her nails raked down the middle of his chest, leaving angry red marks in their wake, before she gathered his shirt tightly in her clenched fist. 

Tilting her head back, Scully exposed the column of her neck and Mulder leaned down quickly, giving it a strong lick before biting on the underside of her jaw, holding the skin tightly between his teeth. Scully could feel his hot breath on her skin as he lifted her body up slightly with every sharp raise of his hips.

Their body heat trapped in the car and mingled with the hot air outside was making it hard to breathe. But neither could stop, not now, they were both past that moment so they just kept moving, their bodies working together in a frantic motion. Scully could feel beads of sweat run down her back and between her breasts while Mulder’s teeth still pinched her skin right on the spot under her jaw that always made her knees weak. 

Scully knew he was close, she could feel it in the way his fingers gripped her ass tighter, pulling her down more erratically than before. Moaning with a smile, Scully slipped one hand between their bodies, her fingers reaching her clit on instinct as she quickly began to rub herself in small, tight circles. They could never really time it to come together, but he would always try his best to hold off until she came first, and god did she love him for that.

With the added stimulation against her clit, Scully could feel herself climb towards that peak much faster, her back arching slightly as he grunted at the change in angle before he pulled his lips away from the now marked skin, looking down between them to watch Scully’s fingers rapidly slide across her clit.

“I’ll never get tired of seeing that.”

His voice came out staccato-like in between breaths and Scully smirked, biting her bottom lip as she watched him watch her. There was something so erotic about how he watched her, how his eyes were so dark and his pupils dilated and his pouty lips parted in mesmerisation as his hips continued to pump up into her. 

For once, Mulder was the first to break the moment as he quickly looked up at her, catching her gaze as he slowed down his hips, trying to hold himself back from the inevitable. Scully could feel how his fingers held her ass in a death grip and how his thighs shook slightly underneath her as she slowed her fingers down. She would let him get away with not letting her come first this time, only because she knew she was so close to that edge herself it wouldn’t take much coaxing.

“Where do I…umm?”

Mulder frantically looked around the car as Scully gave a breathy chuckle before she sank herself down onto him fully, her hips rolling in circles. He would always double check with her where he could finish, even though the answer was nearly always the same. It was quite endearing really. Scully had already made up her mind that she wanted him to come inside her - that was the cleanest way to do it in the car.

“Where do you come? Well I think you’re already in a prime position here, Mulder.”

Scully emphasised his name with a clench of her inner walls around him which caused him to grunt as he looked back into her eyes. His cheeks were flushed with arousal and his eyebrows knitted together in concentration as he used every part of self restraint he had to not just tumble over that edge. Scully always found how desperate he looked right before he came attractive, knowing that she was the only one lucky enough to see it. 

“You know where I want you,” Scully whispered as she nudged her nose with his before their tongues touched in a hot open-mouthed kiss and that was all the approval he needed from her. 

Pulling away from the kiss, Mulder quickly began to thrust back up into her. The sudden quick and hard thrusts against her made Scully gasp as she wrapped her hands around his head, gripping his hair as he rested his forehead on her chest. Mulder groaned loudly as he pulled her down hard against him as his hips shot up, forcing himself as deep inside of her as he could and whispering “Dana…coming..” incoherently against the sticky skin of her chest.

Scully gave a moan of approval, feeling him tense before he began grunting as his orgasm took over him. An approving pur resounded deep in her chest and her toes curled as she felt the slight movement of him within her before he started thrusting again, slower this time, using the friction of her to prolong his orgasm. Scully closed her eyes, momentarily basking in the way he felt inside her. She was always amazed by how long he seemed to be able to come and she loved every second of it, especially after she’d missed it for so long.

Mulder’s breath was rapid as he pulled her down onto him once more, staying inside her as he once again latched onto her nipple, tugging it with his teeth. Scully’s body instantly responded to the extra stimulation with a whimper as her fingers quickly resumed their previous rhythm against her clit, her arousal peaking with the feeling of him still hard inside of her and his cock still giving the occasional orgasmic pulse.

The combination of Mulder’s firm sucks and nips of her breast and her fingers rolling over her swollen clit was enough for her orgasm to build rapidly. Scully moaned as she arched her back, her head falling forward, her lips meeting his head with sloppy kisses.

“Mmm I’m coming!”

It was barely a whimper into his hair as Scully’s fingers rapidly circled before her hips twitched and her toes flexed, lights flashing behind her eyes. Giving out a low moan, Scully’s orgasm crashed over her, her fingers slowing down as her body pulsed and contracted in blissful waves. Mulder groaned as Scully’s inner muscles spasmed strongly around him as if trying to pull him in deeper, her entrance milking him for anything he may still have to give to her. Scully lowered herself against his chest since her body was unable to hold itself up any longer as Mulder nuzzled into her skin, kissing her nipple gently with a wet, open mouth. Her fingers tightened in his hair as she continued to clench around him, the throbbing of her clit slowing down under her fingers as her body started to come down from her high and become heavy in his embrace.

Mulder moved his arms to slide up her back, holding her steady against him as her breath began to even out. Scully closed her eyes and just inhaled the scent of Mulder’s hair, making the most of the post-coital bliss she enjoyed so much. Just being in Mulder’s arms like this and him seemingly all over her was something that Scully had never thought she would crave so much. Kissing the top of his head once, she opened her eyes as Mulder moved his head away from her chest, his eyes looking up to hers with a goofy smile on his face. Chuckling, Scully captured his lips in a gentle kiss.

Mulder’s teeth nibbled on her bottom lip and it caused her to shiver, her muscles clenching tightly around Mulder’s cock in response. Hissing, Mulder pulled away as Scully bit her bottom lip. The added stimulation to his now softened cock caused him to twitch uncomfortably. Scully relaxed and brushed his sweaty hair away from his forehead.

“Oh, sorry…Can you get me the tissues out of my bag?”

Mulder turned his head to see her hand bag spilled onto her side of the car, obviously having been knocked over from the centre console during their activities. Moving his hand to rest on her hips, Mulder grabbed the pack of tissues poking out of her bag, giving it to her, his head leaning down once again to kiss her exposed breast, just above her heart. Scully smiled softly as she watched him, pulling out a few tissues, slowly getting back up onto her knees. Giving Mulder one, she tossed the rest of the packet back to her seat.

Scully took her time in sliding off him, not wanting to make this an uncomfortable experience for Mulder. Once free from her heat, his limp cock fell to his body, resting against the fabric of his pants, shiny from the mixture of both their arousal. Scully pulled her skirt up higher so she could see what she was doing as she started to clean herself, smirking with how Mulder’s gaze was so transfixed on her movements. 

Once she was satisfied that she was not going to completely ruin her underwear the moment she put them back on, she balled up the wet tissues and reached down and wiggled her hips, sliding her underwear back into place. Scully caught his gaze again as he chuckled, obviously embarrassed about how intensely he was watching her. 

She grabbed the tissue hanging loosely in Mulder’s fingers before she let her hand fall to his lap, stroking him softly as she cleaned him, placing a content kiss on his lips.

“Thought you could use some help there, Mulder.”

Mulder nodded dumbly as he returned the kiss before he lifted his hips slightly to pull his pants back up, tucking himself away back into his boxers. Scully took the time to stay up on her knees as he readjusted himself, pulling her bra back over her breast and buttoning up the few buttons on her shirt around her chest. Leaning over she collected the few items that had spilled out of her bag before she placed it back on the centre console. She knew that she had to get off him now, that they had already taken a huge risk doing this both on the clock as well in public so she swung her leg over him, shuffling over the centre console.

Mulder watched her as she settled back into her seat, her thighs squeezed together as she pulled the visor down and flicked the light on in the car so she could check her makeup in the mirror. Scully could feel his eyes on her and she couldn’t help but smile as a warmth once again flooded her system. It wasn’t unusual for them to go more than once but the hungry haze that had possessed her before was duller now, her senses cleared enough for her to know they couldn’t risk doing it in this public setting again.

Scully tilted her head back slightly to brush her hair out of her eyes when she paused, seeing an angry red spot under her jaw, the odd tooth mark dented into her skin. Snapping her eyes to Mulder, she gave him a glare.

“Mulder, how am I going to cover this up?”

Her voice was scolding, but she couldn’t stop the arousal that hit her centre again at the idea of him marking her skin. She was never one to enjoy that, but on the occasions that Mulder did it she had to admit that she enjoyed the little rush of feeling claimed like that. 

Mulder’s lips broke out into a smirk as he leaned over, giving her a kiss on the cheek, one she instantly relaxed into, despite her frustration. 

“Scully, you aren’t going to cover it up. I want people to see.”

Scully glared at him again as he moved away from her cheek, her fingers reaching out to fall behind his head and pull him back to her by his hair as she kissed him, their swollen lips moving against each other before she gave his pouty bottom lip a sharp bite, a little payback for the obvious hickey on her jaw. Mulder shuffled closer to deepen the kiss and Scully could feel the haze start to cloud her judgement and the fire in her belly alight once again as his hand rested on her thigh, teasing his fingers under the hem of her skirt. It took all her effort to move her hands down to his chest, pushing him back as she broke their kiss, resting their foreheads together.

“We need to stop, Mulder. It’s late, let’s just go and get some rest.”

Scully brushed her fingers against the skin in-between his open shirt and her eyes briefly took notice of the red marks she made before she closed the buttons. Mulder gave her a quick kiss and agreed. Rolling down the car windows, it took some time for them to clear the windows from the steam and condensation that they had built up before Scully could put her shoes back on and drive them back to their hotel. Mulder’s hand still rested on her knee, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing her skin. Scully’s lips were fixed in a content smile the whole drive back.

---♡---

Their hotel was rather low budget, but it wasn’t as bad as some of the places they had been to; at least they got fresh sheets every day and everything was kept fairly clean. Pulling up into their designated parking space, Mulder got out of the car first, running around to the driver's side to open her door. Rolling her eyes, Scully turned off the ignition and grabbed her bag and got out, standing before him as he stepped closer, trapping her between him and the car. Scully raised her eyebrow.

“Mulder? What are yo-“

She was cut off as he grabbed her hips, pulling her against him roughly, and her balance wavered for a moment until he held her close. 

“Kiss me goodnight.”

Scully gave him another glare as she looked up into his eyes. He knew her stance on public displays of affection. Even though they had just broken that rule in a major way, there weren’t people possibly watching them deep in the forest. They had been in the safety of the dark and their car, not out in the open under the bright neon glow of the hotel sign. But Scully couldn’t resist the challenging look in his eyes. He knew how to push her competitive buttons like that. 

Looking around them quickly, she checked that they were alone before she grabbed his shirt with her free hand and pulled herself up on her tiptoes, while his head bent down to meet in a brief kiss. Scully gave a little whimper as his grip around her body tightened and he deepened the kiss, the taste of the salty sunflower seeds he had eaten to distract himself on the drive back still fresh on his lips.

Scully closed her eyes, tilting her head back as her hand moved to rest on his neck, her thumb stroking his sweaty skin. Mulder held her to him with one strong arm resting against her back as the other stroked her cheek, brushing over the mark left on her jaw as his tongue softly slipped between her parted lips. Squeaking slightly, Scully opened her eyes before she pulled away from his lips, lowering herself back down to the ground. Stroking his lips with her thumb she gave him a smile and slipped the car keys into his hand. He stepped away while she walked backwards towards her hotel room, the smile still on her lips as she watched him.

“Goodnight, Mulder.”

Mulder smiled back to her while she unlocked her door and slipped inside, the flick of red hair the last thing visible before the door shut behind her.

---♡---

Scully rested back against the hotel door for a moment with a grin on her face before she pushed herself off, put her bag on the dresser, and walked towards the bathroom to have a shower and clean herself up a little better than she could earlier in the car with only a few tissues. Even though she had wiped herself mostly clean, she could feel the evidence of him still managing to seep between her legs and make her underwear damp on the drive back to the hotel.

Scully kicked her shoes off as she walked, her fingers working to unbutton her shirt before she mindlessly let it fall to the floor. She was usually a stickler for having things neat and tidy, but the sweat on her skin and the stickiness between her legs begged her to shower first. She could pick everything up after. Once she reached the door of the bathroom, she unzipped her skirt and shimmied her hips, stepping out of the wrinkled fabric. 

It already felt so much better to have the air touching her heated skin and she knew that a cool shower would make things feel even better. That was the problem with these run down hotels: the air conditioning was non-existent and there was only so much a squeaky ceiling fan could accomplish.

Her hands went to undo her bra when she heard a few knocks against her hotel door. Looking over her shoulder with a start, Scully swore under her breath as she went to pick her skirt off the floor in a hurry to get dressed before she could open the door.

“Housekeeping, Agent Scully.”

Her fingers dropped the skirt back to the floor as she smirked and the irritation at being disturbed was replaced with a warm flutter in her stomach at hearing Mulder’s voice.

Scully brushed her sweaty hair behind her ears and walked over to the door, choosing to stay in her bra and underwear as she looked through the peep hole to double check it was just him before opening the door, peeking around it. Nodding her head for him to come in, she bit her bottom lip when she saw him wearing only his pants and concluded that his shirt must be lying back in his room somewhere, probably discarded like hers was on the floor.

Shutting the door, Scully watched him as he raised his eyebrows, taking in the fact that she was only wearing very little. Smirking, Mulder stepped towards her, his hands falling to her hips, brushing her skin.

“Well, aren't I a little overdressed?”

Chuckling, Scully reached up to slip the lock and chain across her door, before she closed the gap between them and rested her fingers in the belt loops of  his pants. How was it that just being in his presence tonight was enough for her hunger for him to resurface. Her centre pulsed between her legs as she leaned up and Mulder arched his neck to meet her half way as she teasingly brushed her lips against his with not enough pressure to call it a kiss.

“I think you are…maybe we should rectify that, don't you think, Mulder?”

Mulder slipped his hands around to her ass, cupping her roughly before he picked her up, her legs instantly wrapping around his waist with a squeak as he nodded, backing his way towards the bed. The back of Mulder’s knees hit the mattress and he fell backwards, Scully falling on top of him in a fit of giggles.

---♡---

Peeling herself out of his arms, Scully sat up in the rumpled hotel sheets, her body still slick from sweat as she smiled, feeling him reach out for her.

“Where are you going?”

Scully looked down at him in the dark, making out his silhouette from the glow of the neon lights outside. Reaching over, she brushed his hair back as his fingers played with the skin of her thigh. Mulder became cuddlier after sex, and normally Scully would relent and let him have his way, but tonight with the mixture of the heat, sweat and fresh come pooling between her legs, she knew she wanted a shower before she could even think about falling asleep.

“I need a shower. You left quite a mess, Mulder.”

Scully’s fingers brushed his lips and felt a grin form on his under the pads of her thumb before he kissed it. 

“I wouldn’t mind seeing you messy because of me for a little bit longer, but if you must.”

Rolling her eyes, Scully bent down to give him a quick kiss, untangling herself from both him and the sheets before she got up and made her way towards the bathroom with her legs pressed a little tighter together. She could feel his eyes on her the whole way and gave him one last look at her naked in the vivid lights of the bathroom, turning to him before she shut the door. A loud groan coming from the bed caused her to chuckle under her breath.

After a quick and relatively cold shower - the weather was muggy and the hotel didn’t have the best hot water to start with -, Scully felt reasonably refreshed. Standing naked in the slightly steamy bathroom, Scully took her time to dry her hair enough before she hung her towel and reached for her toiletry bag up on the cabinet to get her toothbrush ready. 

Putting the toothbrush in her mouth, Scully paused and frowned slightly when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, noticing how much bigger her breasts seemed. Lowering her arms, she leaned in to observe her reflection closer, using her hands to brush against the swollen skin. She noticed how they seemed to sit a little fuller in her hands. Scully pulled her toothbrush out of her mouth and whispered “Huh” under her breath before she lowered her hands slowly, her free hand resting on her belly.

Looking down, Scully’s eyebrows knitted together as she watched her hand brush over the flat expanse of skin, her thumb playing with the gold piercing of her belly button. She looked up once again, catching her own eyes through the mirror. She shouldn’t think such things, it wasn’t possible for her, right? Blinking rapidly, trying to get the thoughts out of her head, she quickly finished brushing her teeth, her eyes not leaving her stomach no matter how hard she tried to look elsewhere.

It was just because she was tired. She hadn’t had a good night's sleep in weeks and her hormones were all over the place, understandably, as she was only running on coffee and, if she was lucky, two hours sleep a night. But the more she thought about it, the more things were starting to fall into place- 

“No. Stop it. That’s impossible, you’re just exhausted.”

Scully scolded herself as she spat the excess toothpaste into the sink before rinsing quickly. Opening the bathroom door, she watched Mulder in her bed, laying on his back, the sheets tossed to the side and exposing everything he had to show, his chest rising and falling gently. He looked so peaceful when he managed to sleep. Scully’s thoughts were racing as she picked up their clothes, folding them and putting them onto the dresser before she made her way back to the bed. Looking down at him, Scully smiled softly as she crawled onto the mattress and lay down, letting her damp hair fall onto her pillow looking up at the ceiling. 

Mulder shifted beside her and rolled onto his side, his arm sliding over her stomach. Scully sucked in a breath before she looked over at him, seeing his eyes now open and watching her. God, she could get lost in those hazel eyes. Shifting, Scully rolled into him, his arm moving now to fall around her while his fingers traced across her bare skin and the inked pattern on her lower back.

“Did you want me to go?”

Mulder was well aware that she was breaking a lot of her own rules tonight and Scully thought that maybe the best thing would be for him to just go back to his hotel room - then at least they wouldn’t be so obvious in the morning. But all these new thoughts were whirling in her head and there was a tug in her heart that told her that she needed him to stay tonight. After all, even though they would have to be up in a few hours anyway, they always seemed to sleep better with one another. 

Scully moved her arms to tuck under her chin as she snuggled into him and his arms pulled her closer instinctively. Scully took a deep breath and his scent filled her senses as she sighed. One leg slipped in between his and the other slung over his hips as she placed a kiss to his throat.

Scully shook her head and Mulder relaxed back into the bed, chuckling. She wrapped her arms around him as best she could, her head resting under his chin in their usual sleeping position. Mulder adjusted himself to get comfortable as he nuzzled into her damp hair, kissing her head softly.

“I’ll take that as a no. Night, Scully.”

“Goodnight, Mulder.”

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Covered In Skin

Prompt by Laura @bohoartist for the MSR Smut Exchange 2021;

One of them (your choice) is dealing with some sore muscles while away on a case. This leads to the other giving them a massage in one of their motel rooms. One thing leads to another... yaddayaddayadda. First Time Sex please.

This is for the lovely Laura! Your prompt was so fun to write and I really hope you enjoy it! <3 Part of the MSR Smut Exchange 2021! I had so much fun participating in this event!

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Mulder pulls a muscle during an assignment and Scully is only too happy to give him a massage in his motel room. One thing leads to another and first time sex ensues. Set early season 7. Fic for the MSR Smut Exchange 2021.

Mulder/Scully || Smut || 9.4k words || Rating E (Explicit for smut)

“Mulder! He’s headed your way!” Scully shouted, gun raised, eyes focused as the suspect made a turn away from her.

She watched as Mulder lunged out from the corner, bringing both his own body and that of the suspect to the pavement. Scully grimaced at the noise, lowering her gun now that Mulder had the suspect pinned under his knee. The safety was flipped and her gun put back into its holster as she made her way towards him. Police removed the suspect and left Scully to help her partner to his feet, smiling up at him as her hand shielded her eyes from the sun.

“Nice job there, Mulder. I didn’t take you for the tackling type.” Scully mused, her tone light.

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me yet, Scully,” Mulder teased as he brushed dirt from his pants. “I’m not just going to give all my tricks away at once.”

Her eyes rolled but she was unable to stop the slight tug of a smile on her lips as he bumped her shoulder playfully while both of them walked behind the police who loaded the suspect into the car. They had been called onto this case for an extra set of hands and though it wasn’t an X file, even Mulder had jumped at the opportunity to get off desk duty. It was a fairly simple drug bust, but Scully missed how her pulse pounded and how her adrenaline surged from being out on the field again. They stopped to watch the police car drive away and Scully crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes squinting once again against the sun.

Mulder looked down at her with soft eyes, placing his hand on her lower back; a sign of comfort, support, and - recently discovered - affection. Scully felt herself relax into his familiar caress. How can a simple touch make me feel so comforted and at the same time make me feel like shaking?

She wasn’t sure what had formed between them, they had exchanged a few odd kisses here and there over the past few months, which Scully had to admit were new and exciting. It had started one night when she had felt particularly bold, he had dropped her off at home and she’d taken a leap of faith and stood up onto her toes to kiss him. It had been short and sweet and had left her with a shy smile from the look of pleasant surprise etched onto his face. Then it had happened again, this time he had taken the initiative and kissed her at work. It was gentle and at first she had been taken aback by his forwardness, but then he had said she looked beautiful and she’d wanted to kiss him again. So she had.

Neither spoke of what it meant but it was nice nonetheless. That night they shared in his hotel room in Bellefleur, just talking into the early hours of the morning all those years ago, sparked her initial attraction to him, to his brilliance and remarkable mind. It wasn’t until later that the attraction expanded to his body too. Scully couldn’t speak for Mulder, but she knew her own hesitations towards the progression of her feelings for him. She was scared, even if it made her angry to see herself so succumbed to that fear. They were gravitating towards each other in a bubble and she feared the moment the bubble would burst, that the after effects would ruin the relationship they had before. But in their bubble she just couldn’t stop herself from constantly being sucked into his energy and inviting eyes. Eyes that seemed to captivate her for a moment now as he smiled down at her and led her towards their rental car. Her body hummed with the feeling of his strong hand on her back. So warm .

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Once they arrived at the hotel, the sun had only just set so they arranged to make use of their spare time and finish their paperwork. Scully took her time to shower and change into something more comfortable before she knocked on his door, files under her arm and glasses in hand. The air conditioning made their rooms much more accommodating than the heat outside, though Scully had still opted for silk shorts and matching singlet. Gone were the days of keeping herself overly covered in his presence; she had found herself gaining confidence around him and secretly loved the way his eyes would linger on her, finally outwardly admiring her as someone desirable. It gave her such a thrill.

It wasn’t long before Scully heard him shuffle on the other side of the door and open it with a smile. She took in his appearance; wet hair, shirt stuck to some wet spots on his skin and a pair of simple sweatpants. She was well aware he usually slept in nothing but his boxers; having been greeted by the sight in the early mornings when he answered the door rubbing sleep from his eyes. Is he being considerate to me by wearing these? Should I have been more considerate to him and changed into something more appropriate? She swallowed a slight hiccup of breath when she saw him completely transfixed on the expanse of her bare legs before his eyes moved to her chest and she felt her nipples tighten in response. His eyes met hers and she noticed his cheeks blushing. Scully could feel herself growing warm. So maybe he doesn’t mind me wearing this.

Mulder raised up his arm and Scully smiled as she ducked her head and slipped under and into the room, looking around the room with a sigh. The hotel was nice but it didn’t give much in the way of work spaces. She opted for the floor in front of the coffee table, legs crossed and tucked under her as he stood by the door for a moment.

“You okay on the floor, Scully?” He walked towards her but seemed hesitant to sit on the chair. “You can have the chair.”

“It’s fine, Mulder. I’m quite comfortable down here.”

He watched as she slid on her glasses and he finally sat down on the chair doing the same. They worked in silence, only the occasional question asked between them. With him, even silence was a comfort and Scully worked better with him next to her and the sound of his pen scrawling over paper. It reminded her of them working in their old basement office before the fire. Their old office. They continued to work and Scully was only brought out of her concentration when she heard a groan, Mulder stretching and rolling his neck. She studied him out of the corner of her eye for a moment as Mulder continued, discomfort evident on his face.

“Are you alright, Mulder?” She asked, her head tilted and tone curious.

“I’m fine,” Mulder groaned again. “Just pulled a muscle or something. Maybe tackling that guy wasn’t the smartest idea I’ve had.”

Mulder rarely showed discomfort, so Scully knew it must be uncomfortable for him. She put her glasses down and got to her feet, walking towards the bed.

“Come on. Lay down and let me give you a massage. It will help with the pain and loosen up those muscles of yours.” Scully gave the bed a pat. “Your body is probably tense in an attempt to protect the area you hurt.”

“A massage?” Mulder looked at her with a glint in his eyes. “Well, how can a guy turn down an offer like that?”

Mulder made his way towards the bed and stopped in front of her, his eyes flicking between her and the bed for a few awkward moments as his fingers hesitated in the idea of removing his shirt. In the end he chose against it and crawled onto the bed face down, a pillow pushed under his cheek for support.

“This okay? Or should I wiggle back so you can reach?” He teased.

“Shut up, Mulder,” Scully retorted in jest and rolled her eyes, climbing onto the bed and kneeling at his side as she rubbed her hands together in an attempt to warm them. “The position you are in is just fine. Push your luck and you’ll get nothing.” It was an empty threat and Mulder knew it because he just smiled and tucked one arm under the pillow.

Scully looked down at him and thought about the best way to tackle the situation before she found a spark of courage and threw caution to the wind. She rested her hands on his back before tugging at his shirt. “It will be easier if you take this off.” Scully had to bite a retort in her throat as he looked back at her with a cocked eyebrow. A playful scowl, though, was enough for him to close his mouth. Pulling the shirt over his head, Mulder revealed the vast expanse of his back to her. Scully’s eyes raked over him and for the first time she let herself admire his physique. He really is attractive. Mulder adjusted himself and got back into a comfortable position.

Straddling his thighs, a slight blush crept onto across her nose when she heard a soft moan slip from his lips. He felt hot and smooth as she ran her hands up the middle of his back with enough pressure that evoked a content rumble. Scully knew these muscles like the back of her hand but everything left her brain after a few moments of her hands on his skin. Instinct kicked in and she followed the curve of his spine, allowing her weight to travel down to her fingers. Mulder’s head tilted with a soft smile on his lips, his bottom lip pouted out in relaxation. That bottom lip looks so goddamn kissable . She shook her head in an attempt to erase the lustful thought, which caused her hair to fall and curtain her face. Good. Now maybe he can’t see me looking at that fucking lip of his.

Scully rose to her knees and shuffled forward so her hands could reach his shoulder as she worked her way towards the area that caused him pain. Settling on his ass, her eyes focused on how his skin rippled under her the movement of her fingers until Mulder suddenly jolted away from her.

“Is that where it’s uncomfortable?” Scully questioned, easing the pressure off slightly as she looked down at him with warm eyes.

“Yeah,” Mulder nodded. “Keep going though. Feels amazing, Scully.”

Scully pressed harder once again and settled back into a rhythm as Mulder moved his head and rested it back into the pillow, shielding his eyes from her. His muscles soon relaxed under her touch as she continued to work, a deep blush blossoming on her cheeks, and a warmth soon settled in her stomach as she bounced slightly against his ass with every movement of her hands. The way the curve of his right ass cheek managed to hit just the right spot applied a delicious pressure between her legs. Stop, god, you need to stop right now . She knew she should but she didn’t seem to have control over how her hips rocked gently against him. Scully heard a sudden intake of breath and she stilled instantly. Was that noise from me or him? She couldn’t be sure and she mentally chastised herself for being so focused on the feeling of him underneath her to maintain awareness. Suddenly everything seemed deathly quiet and she could swear she could hear her heartbeat.

“Keep going.” Mulder whispered just loud enough for her to hear.

There was a sudden shift in the air as Scully swallowed, her fingers continuing once more, this time making a solid attempt to keep her hips still. He wanted her to continue the massage and she would keep herself professional and do just that. Though it was impractical to keep them completely still and she couldn’t help the slight movement as she bore her weight down into her hands. Scully bit her lip and tried to focus on her fingers moving against his muscles, which became increasingly harder when she felt fingertips brushing delicately against her knee. Don’t look. Just keep going. She tried, but after a few moments she looked down and saw Mulder’s fingers playing with the skin of her knee with his head still planted firmly into the bed. Is he aware he is doing it?

Scully said nothing and the more it continued the more she didn’t want it to stop. Every touch sent butterflies to her stomach and it was those butterflies that spurred her on, to rock her hips again now unable to stop her natural instinct to seek relief of the heat she could feel between her legs. Scully bit her lip as a warmth crept up her chest. When did I become so aroused? The air seemed thick and she held back a moan when she felt his hips move beneath her. The way his hips rolled against the bed only added to the palpable tension of the room.

“S-Scully.” Mulder cleared his throat.

She opened her eyes when she heard her name. Wait, were my eyes closed? Scully looked down to meet his gaze, his eyes were almost black and his cheeks had a flush all of their own.

“I’m not sure this is the type of massage you signed up for,” he chuckled in an attempt to ease the tension between them, rolling his hips once again to keep his weight off the bed. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Wha-oh!” Scully exclaimed.

It took a second for everything to register, then the flush of arousal on her cheeks was suddenly replaced by a deep blush of embarrassment. She removed her hands and quickly moved off him before moving back to sit on her knees. “I’m sorry Mulder, I didn’t realise.” Well that was a lie. It was obvious her movements had some effect on him, she could feel it in how he seemed to be dry humping the bed. Scully bit her lip and couldn’t take her eyes off him as he rolled over and she caught a glimpse of the erection tented in his pants, a small wet patch on the fabric. Mulder grabbed a pillow, pressing it into his lap as he moved to sit against the headboard.

“I’m sorry about this,” Mulder paused, looking at her with a childish blush of his cheeks as he nodded to the pillow before avoiding her gaze. “It will go away soon.”

They sat in silence for a moment before Scully felt his eyes on her again. He watched her with his bottom lip still pouted, though Scully now figured it was from arousal. God, how I want to kiss you. Scully licked her lips as her thoughts raced along with the rapid pounding of her pulse in her chest and between her legs. She had seen Mulder in all states of human emotion before. But arousal hadn’t been one of them until now and the way he looked at her kicked her hormones into overdrive. It was like the last six years of pent up energy hit her all at once and her body ached for him now that he was so close .

“I guess you just give one hell of a massage.” His voice was rough and low but he gave her a gentle smile.

She could tell he was trying to lighten the mood and she appreciated him for that; her lips curled into a small smile to show him she was thankful for his attempt to ease the tension between them. But her body was tuned into him now and she found herself unwilling to hold herself back any longer. Please, God. Don’t let this be a mistake. Please. A silent prayer was sent above as she got to her hands and knees and crawled towards him, stopping beside him before getting up onto her knees. Mulder watched every movement with a tightened grip on the pillow. They were now close enough to share the same breath as she reached out to trace his jaw with her thumbs and over the slight stubble on his chin. Her thumbs stopped on his lips as they pushed gently down on his bottom lip, the air thick and all Scully could feel was his warmth.

“Kiss me.” Scully said with a hushed whisper. She wanted him. Oh, how she wanted him.

Mulder searched her eyes and kissed her thumbs before arching his neck and meeting her lips. Oh, I forgot how soft his lips are . Scully moaned into his mouth as she tasted the salt and liquid warmth that was just so Mulder . She leaned forward and urged him to deepen the kiss with a lick of her tongue on his bottom lip and when he parted his lips, that was all the invitation she needed. When their tongues touched for the first time she felt a shiver shoot down her spine. This is new. They hadn’t shared anything but chaste kisses in the past and that was nothing compared to how he felt against her tongue. Mulder rumbled deep in his chest which caused Scully to whimper in return, allowing herself to be consumed by him. How have I not kissed him like this before? When on earth did he learn to kiss like this? I feel so hot. How can a kiss make me feel this hot? Damn him.

The kiss was heated and fervent and Scully found herself conflicted; she didn’t want it to end but she also wanted to turn and run in the opposite direction. Though that hesitation got smaller and smaller with every brush of his fingers on her skin and movement against her lips and when he nibbled on her bottom lip, her knees buckled with arousal. He pulled away from her sudden movement and she swallowed a whine of disapproval, sitting back down onto her heels. Her lips were hot and swollen as she caught her breath, his fingers still resting on her collarbones and every brush sent pulses down to her centre. He looked so beautiful in this state of arousal and she didn’t think it possible for his bottom lip to look even more kissable than before.

The air between them sat heavy as they both looked at each other and gathered their bearings. Scully found herself unsure of what to do; her mind and body were still conflicted, but the longer her eyes lingered on his lips, the more she found herself running out of excuses to push him away. There was a primal attraction and if he was willing, she wanted to submit to it and give herself to him. Well, only one way to find out. There’s no turning back now anyway, right? Scully moved one hand and reached for the pillow, intertwining her fingers with his as Mulder gripped the pillow tighter.

“Scully…You don-“

“I want to.” Scully’s voice was soft but firm.

Mulder searched her eyes before he relented. Scully felt her pulse quicken as she removed the pillow and threw it to the side of the bed, his eyes on her as she looked down to admire the full state of arousal he tried to shield from her. They had seen each other naked before and she hadn’t been able to stop herself from looking at him, purely out of curiosity, under the spray of the quarantine showers, but she had never seen him aroused and so proudly on display just for her.

A deep hunger settled in her body and she fought herself to not just reach out and touch him. I know that I want him. But I need to know that he wants this too. Straddling his lap, she wrapped her arms around his neck for support and this time he was the first to make a move. He pulled her in for a kiss with a smile on his lips, one that Scully eagerly replied with one of own. Mulder’s smile faltered when she rubbed herself against him, pushing his erection flush between them. A groan fell from his lips as she rolled her hips, the friction delicious as Scully pulled away from the kiss, their foreheads pressing together as they continued to rock. His hands hovered above her exposed thighs, his fingers opening and closing in fists as his hips rolled with her, making serious attempts to thrust against her damp centre. He’s so eager and man do I want him inside me.

Her eyes watched him as he fought with himself, obviously unsure if he could touch her like he wanted to. Is he hesitant to push me too far? There was something inside her that felt guilty for how she pushed him away so much in the past. He looked at her confused when she stopped her hips before she reached down and took his hands in hers, putting them on her thighs to give him encouragement.

“You can touch me. I want you to touch me,” Scully coaxed, her voice soft and husky. “Please, Mulder.”

Scully sucked in a breath as she allowed him to move his hands up her thighs, resting her hands on his arms in a soft hold as he explored her skin. Mulder guided his hands under the thin fabric of her shirt and her hips began to move again, her body now pulled flush against him. She bit her lip as he looked down at her breasts pushed against his chest and her nipples hardened from the sensation. Mulder’s hands moved to grasp her ass with no hesitation now as he encouraged the movement of her hips. Yes, touch me.

“You have no idea how long I have wanted to feel you in my lap like this.” Mulder remarked with a smile on his lips that Scully could only describe as a smirk of pure lust. His thumbs tucked into her underwear and the touch was so intimate it caused arousal to flood from her centre.

“I’ve wanted it too,” Scully bowed her head with a smirk which only made Mulder’s smile grow. “I still want it.”

Scully moved to kiss him with instantly parted lips, inviting him to deepen the kiss with enthusiasm. His hands held her tight as he gave a sharp thrust of his hips, causing Scully to give a high pitched sigh as she bit his lip once before resting her nose on his cheek.

“I need you.” Scully whispered.

Her hands slid down between them and rested either side of the erection tented in his pants as her fingers itched to touch him. He’s so close . Scully shifted back and his hips stilled as she looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Please, Scully.”

Her whole body quivered as a sharp jolt of arousal shot through her at how he begged her. Fuck, Mulder, you need to beg me again . She bit her bottom lip, removed his pants and watched how his erection sprung itself free and lay hard and swollen against his stomach. God, you are so beautiful . The tip of his cock leaked for her and it nearly made her whimper. Nearly. His fingers tangled in her hair as they kissed, his thumbs brushing her cheeks in affection that made Scully’s heart jump. Trust didn’t come easy for her and especially not in the bedroom, but right now she trusted Mulder with her body. He smiled into the kiss and gasped when Scully’s fingertips brushed the underside of his cock, her blunt nails dragging softly from base to tip.

“I didn’t know a bed could get you so aroused, Mulder.” Scully purred.

Mulder opened his eyes, looking at her smirking in affection while her nails continued to tease him. “You know full well it wasn’t the bed, Scully.”

“No. I guess it wasn’t.” Scully bit her bottom lip as she watched Mulder’s head fall backwards with pleasure.

She wrapped her fingers around his cock and began to stroke up and down. Mulder was so warm and his skin so soft in her hand as she collected his precum and used it to coat her fingertips so she could glide easier against his cock. Mulder groaned, gripping the sheets as he started to thrust his hips in a desperate attempt to achieve some relief. Taking her time, Scully marvelled at the different moans and gasps she brought out of him with the different movements of her hand; like a twist of her wrist or a squeeze of the tip of his cock. She caught him off guard when she cupped his scrotum and his hips jolted up, parting his thighs to allow more space as her hand sped up. Soon though, Mulder stopped her.

“Wait. I want to touch you too.” Mulder cleared his throat. “And if you keep doing that this is going to end much quicker than either of us want.”

Scully blushed in understanding. “I want you to touch me too.” Fuck how I want you to touch me .

Mulder nodded as Scully stood up on shaky legs as she removed her shorts, her fingers resting on the band of her underwear. She watched how Mulder visibly swallowed, eyes fixated on her. Scully would have been embarrassed with how wet she knew she was if she wasn’t already so far gone. He was so close to where she desperately wanted him and her eyes nearly bulged out of her head when she felt his forehead on her stomach, his hands resting on the back of her thighs, holding her against him. Scully whimpered and her body arched into him when he placed a tender kiss on her underwear. This man is going to be the death of me.

He sat back and it gave her space to take a breath before removing her underwear. Mulder helped her back to her knees, her chest heaving as he touched her. O-Oh . His fingers slipped between her folds and she parted her legs further to let him explore. The way he touched her was soft but firm. No comment was made about the slick sounds from his fingers exploring her wetness, but her arousal seemed to only spur him on. She gripped his shoulder to keep herself balanced as she closed her eyes. Mmm keep going. Please keep going. Mulder’s fingers brushed over her clit and her knees shook as Mulder helped her to straddle him once again. As he collected her wetness onto his fingers, nuzzling into her neck, Scully couldn’t help arching into him.

“God, Scully,” Mulder moaned, his breath tickling her ear. “Is this for me?”

“Yes,” Scully gasped when his fingers teased her entrance. “All for you.”

Scully’s toes curled and her hips shifted closer in an attempt to achieve more stimulation as her hands wrapped around him, his chin resting on her shoulder with his lips brushed against her neck. Her breath was harsh when his fingers finally entered her. Yes. Mmm yes. Scully moaned when he started a gentle rhythm of fingers inside and his thumb against her clit. Her body craved more and it was if he read her mind, adding another finger and curling them to hit the soft spot against her inner walls which caused her inner muscles to grip him tightly.

“Yes.” It was a whisper against his skin as she rocked her hips, focusing on the pleasure that he sparked inside her.

It was like she felt him everywhere all at once, his scent filling her nose and she felt nothing but the warmth radiating from him. She needed to feel him, it was a sudden urge deep down that craved the skin on skin contact. Scully pulled away and he arched an eyebrow before she bit her bottom lip and pulled her shirt over her head.

She heard him suck in a breath as his eyes stared at her stomach. Scully looked down and watched his thumb brush against the gold ring in her belly button with a glint in his eyes.

“Wow, I wasn’t expecting you to have a piercing,” Mulder teased. “Knowing you have this under those suits of yours…there’s just something so incredibly hot about that, Scully.”

Scully chuckled at his captivation. “Just my piercing?”

He looked back up at her but stopped when he caught sight of her breasts, her nipples hard, dusky pink and desperate for his touch. Scully could have laughed at the look on his face, like he had momentarily forgotten she was naked and was caught off guard by seeing her breasts for the first time. She had seen Mulder aroused, but the look in his eyes now as he admired her was something else. It was just pure unadulterated hunger and she felt a shiver.

“Definitely not just the piercing. Jesus, Scully.” Mulder praised.

Mulder’s eyes never left her breasts, and her nipples - if it was possible - grew harder under his gaze. Stop looking and just put that mouth on me alre-Oh! She didn’t have time to speak, even her thoughts faltered when he leaned down and licked the valley between her breasts before wrapping his lips around her nipple.

“Oh. Mmm.” Scully breathed out.

Her head fell back and her hips rocked harder against his willing fingers, his mouth hot and wet around her. She just wanted to be completely consumed by him and that fucking talented mouth of his. It was easy to fall and get lost in how his tongue swirled around her and she jolted back to reality with a sharp pulse of arousal to her clit as he bit down on her nipple.

“F-Fuck!” Scully gasped with a high pitched whine.

Mulder paused instantly and looked up at her, her eyes snapping open with a whimper as she looked to him with pleading eyes. Why did you stop? Don’t stop! She was about to open her mouth and complain when she felt his fingers ram into her suddenly, the wind sucked out of her lungs, her muscles clamping around his fingers in appreciation. The new pace made it hard to keep eye contact with him, but the look of awe and lust he gave her seemed to make it unavoidable.

“Say it again.” Mulder commanded, his fingers thrusting into her again.

Her body jolted forward, her head lulling to the side when he returned to her chest, now focused on the nipple he ignored the first time. It took her a moment, but she smirked when her brain realised what he was talking about. Oh, so that’s it. You like to hear me curse. She was going to retort with a smart remark but her brain lost function when he bit down on her sensitive bud again.

“Fuck.” Scully whimpered, her fingers threading through Mulder’s hair. “So good.”

She felt him smirk against her and the warmth between her legs began to grow, her body completely tuned into him and the way he worked her higher towards that peak. Her thighs shook and as much as she loved him against her chest she needed his lips again. Her fingers tugged at his hair, pulling him to her again, the kiss messy and hot, just what she needed. She panted and rocked her hips harder against him as she felt his hips take full advantage of their closer position, his cock bumping against her pelvic bone on every thrust of his hips and she found it incredibly arousing that he was getting so caught up in what he was doing to her.

Scully was getting closer as his fingers sped up, his thumb unrelenting against her clit and she found herself needing to touch him. Fuck, I’m so close, and you’re going to come with me, Mulder. I want you to come with me. Her hand slipped between them and her thumb collected his precum before sliding down slickly and in time with how his fingers worked inside her. He groaned loudly as his head fell back and Scully took the opportunity to lick the exposed column of his neck, her eyes fluttering closed when the saltiness of his skin hit her tongue. Mmm you taste exquisite. Mulder gave a loud moan as his hips shot upwards, his fingers faltering for a moment when she bit the underside of his jaw.

“Hold on.” He stopped her hand and intertwined their fingers with a smirk. “I can’t think properly when you do that. And I’m trying to make you come here.��

“But I want to come with you,” Scully replied, tugging his hand to her lips and kissing it, so desperate to have him inside of her. “I need you inside me. Please.”

Mulder’s fingers paused as they kissed again before he removed his fingers, much to Scully’s reluctance, changing their positions. It ended in tangled limbs and they both laughed, Scully on her back with him settled between her legs. They continued to chuckle together as they kissed, Scully’s hands on his arms as they kept his weight off her. It was sudden, the way the air shifted and their chuckles died down, looking into each other’s eyes, Mulder brushing her hair away from her face. All previous hesitations she had before were gone and she wanted nothing more than for him to take her.

“Please, Mulder.” Scully begged. She wasn’t normally one to beg, but her body needed the release he had promised earlier, already completely on edge.

Her legs widened in invitation as he kissed her, the kiss seemingly different than the ones before. This was slow and warm and it seemed to convey all the feelings he had for her without words, her heart thumping in her chest and her fingers gripping his arms in an attempt to keep herself grounded. She had never felt such almost overwhelming affection before and it took her breath away. I need him. I need him. I need him. It was a mantra in her head as her fingers slinked down to rest on his stomach, his muscles rippling under her touch.

“I need you, Scully,” He got to his knees and stroked himself as she watched him. “I can’t wait anymore.”

Scully nodded and bit her lip. “I need you too.”

She got to her elbows and watched him as he slid his cock through her folds, gathering her arousal and using it to lubricate himself. There was something so erotic about the sight that Scully felt her clit pulse with her heartbeat and arousal drip down to the bed. Can’t he see how ready I am for him? Stop fucking teasing! She arched her hips and gave him a raised eyebrow and was about to tell him to hurry up when his strong hand held her hips down, her head falling back when he pushed against her and slipped inside.

“Yes!” Scully moaned loudly.

Mulder’s bottom lip was tight between his teeth as he continued to slide inside with little resistance with how aroused she was and every inch he moved inside her felt incredible. They watched their bodies coming together until he was flush against her and her head thumped back against the pillow. Fuck, yes! That’s what I’m talking about. He adjusted his position and she wrapped her legs around the back of his knees to hold him close against her. Their lips met in a deep kiss as she took her time to adjust to him, her inner muscles fluttering against him with a hum of approval. His hips flexed when her muscles relaxed and she gave him a squeeze with her legs to encourage him to move.

He moved and she had to break the kiss in order to take a sharp breath as she dug her nails into his skin, Mulder’s head falling forward and his hot breath panted against her skin as he struggled to maintain a slow, gentle pace. She admired the way he cared for her but she was already so desperate, she needed to feel him and feel how much he wanted her. Scully’s fingers moved down to rest on his ass, gripping his cheeks firmly, her hands moving in time with his hips.

“Don’t hold back,” Scully emphasised her words with a tight grip of his cock with her inner muscles. “Show me how much you want me.”

Mulder grunted against her before he moved his hips more eagerly as he exposed her neck and wasted no time in kissing and sucking the soft skin behind her ear. Cheeky. She was sure it would leave a mark but she was too far gone to care. All she needed was for him to keep going, his mouth was right on her ear and the way his hot breath tickled her made her back arch.

“I want you so much,” Mulder’s hips continued to thrust, the slapping of their skin and panting breaths, the only sounds in the room. “I’ll always want you.”

Her vision became slightly blurred as she captured his lips and urged him on faster, his heartfelt sentiment sparking something inside her that made her want to give all she had to him. They were never good with words but their bodies seemed to speak for them as years of sexual attraction and emotional connection finally came to a peak. Her body was warm and so surrounded by him, making her feel protected and vulnerable at the same time. Her toes flexed when he changed the angle and he brushed against her g-spot, causing the sparks of her orgasm to build.

“Keep going. Please, don’t stop.” Scully hummed.

Mulder rested his forehead against hers and his hips pumped harder, Scully’s back arching into him. Sliding one hand between them to her clit, Mulder looked down and moaned his approval before he kissed her again, whispering against her lips. “And don’t you stop doing that.”

Scully wasn’t planning on it, especially not with how quickly she could feel her orgasm building, and not with how he managed to brush her hair off the sweaty skin of her cheeks so tenderly while he fucked her into oblivion. Her legs fell from around him and parted wider, causing him to get a deeper angle which was about all her body could take. Her eyes closed and she dug tight into his ass, her inner muscles clenching tight in preparation for the orgasm that had started to blossom in her toes, ready to shoot through her whole body at a second's notice.

“Look at me, Scully.” Mulder begged.

Scully’s eyes opened, desperation on her face as her fingers rolled against her swollen clit, her legs raising off the bed to achieve the right angle. She was so close she could almost taste it.

“I can’t hold on anymore!” Scully all but sobbed in pleasure, her nails deep into his ass with a force that caused him to hiss and rock against her, frantically desperate to push her over that edge.

“Come for me. Let me feel you.” Mulder coaxed, lips right next to her ear.

“I’m coming!” The whine from Scully’s throat was primal and raw. There, fuck, right there, oh god! Her eyes slammed shut and her legs shook when she felt her orgasm rip through her body, lights exploding behind her eyes.

Scully panted as her orgasm crashed over her, her entrance contracting around him in rapid succession, the white heat of her orgasm washing over her in blissful waves. Mulder groaned and slowed his hips down in an attempt to draw out her pleasure in replacement of his own obvious desperation to achieve release.

“Jesus, Scully!” Mulder grunted.

Scully’s body continued to shake beneath him as she rode out her orgasm, her whole body alive and sparking just for him. When the pleasure began to ease, her body relaxed and her legs fell open onto the bed, her chest heaving in an attempt to get her breath back as she opened her eyes to watch Mulder brush her hair away, a smile on his face.

“You are so beautiful.” Mulder confessed and it made Scully break out in a warm smile, her face relaxed in pure bliss. His words only made her body feel warmer, her heart swelling in her chest.

She got lost in his eyes as he kissed her, the kiss soft before desire kicked in and he groaned against her lips, rolling onto his side, and although Scully was momentarily confused, she smiled and allowed him to pull her with him as she rested her leg high on his waist. One of his hands held her thigh against him and the other slipped between her and the bed to pull her closer to him as he started to thrust again. This new angle was different and allowed deeper penetration which caused her head to fall forward into the crook of his neck as his hips worked harder against her, his fingers digging deeper into the supple flesh of her thigh.

She felt so enveloped by how his scent and sweat covered her skin, his large frame cradling her close in an entanglement of limbs. It was an intoxicating feeling and she could already feel herself becoming addicted to it. Burying her nose into his shoulder she nibbled on his exposed skin, tasting the saltiness of him on her tongue and she could sense he was close with how his hips lost their rhythm and became erratic. Scully suspected he was trying desperately to hold on and she had to admit that she didn’t want it to end either, but she wanted him to feel the pleasure he had given her moments before. She wanted to see him completely and utterly vulnerable for her.

“It’s okay, let go,” Scully whispered as she kissed his lips, pulling back only enough to speak again. “Come for me, Mulder.”

He nodded with a whine and it quickly became her new favourite sound. Mulder gripped her thigh tighter and she knew there would be marks there in the morning but it felt too good to care. Mulder’s hips faltered for a moment when he rolled them back into their original position, Scully’s leg’s spread wide and open for him as he lifted his head, picking up his pace with closed eyes and parted lips, panting as his hips started to shake. Wow, you look absolutely gorgeous like this, Mulder. So beautiful.

Mulder’s hand quickly let go of her thigh and she let it fall to the bed as he pushed himself up and pulled out of her. Scully grunted in disapproval with the emptiness left, clenching around nothing and missing his fullness until her brain clicked onto what he was doing a few moments later. If she hadn’t already been completely soaked she would have been now. Mulder held himself up on his knees and elbows with his cock resting close to her, his fist frantically pumping, Scully biting her lip as she reached down, resting one hand on his pubis, so close that his fingers brushed against her wrist with every stroke.

His eyes were closed and she took the time to look down and watch his swollen cock slide effortlessly in his fist with the mixture of their arousal. How she so desperately wanted to touch him and feel him release into her hand, but she didn’t want to ruin his pleasure so she just dug her nails slightly into his skin in compromise and that seemed to be enough of a stimulation as his hips bucked and his eyes snapped open. Scully’s stomach muscles rippled as the tip of his cock brushed against her skin and poked into her belly button on occasion, the slight tug at her piercing sending fresh jolts of arousal straight to her core.

“S-Scully…” Mulder stuttered as he looked down between their bodies. “So close.”

“Yes.“ Scully purred in return, her eyes fixated on him as he brought himself over the edge.

Groaning loudly, Mulder let his orgasm wash over him as he held his cock against her, spurting thick ropes of cum that coated her stomach. Scully arched up as the hot liquid hit her skin, her eyes focused on him in the throes of his orgasm. His hand continued to stroke himself as he whined, the head of his cock bumping into her belly button as he gently thrust against her, cum still dripping out of him. Oh wow . It was one of the hottest things Scully had seen and she bit her lip, her fingers digging into his skin as he slid against her stomach, coating her even more with his desire. He moaned as Scully gripped his hair and pulled him down to kiss him again.

He was almost breathless and after the kiss she let him fall down onto her, the mess between them forgotten as she wrapped her arms and legs around him in a warm embrace. She wasn’t normally one to enjoy the heavy weight of a man on top of her, but with Mulder it just felt so comforting. A hum of approval rumbled in her throat as he nuzzled into her and she closed her eyes, just taking in his warmth and enjoying the post-coital bliss. It wasn’t until Scully became aware of the stickiness between them that she started to pull away and he got back onto his knees, a blush on his cheeks.

“I’m sorry about that, Scully,” Mulder smirked as he ran his hands up her thighs and to her bent knees. “You took away my brain function there for a second.”

Scully smiled and shook her head. “Don’t apologise, I liked feeling you on top of me. It felt...” She paused as if trying to find the right word as she got to her elbows. “Comforting.”

They looked at each other before she looked down at her glistening stomach. It made her clit throb knowing that she was covered in him and nothing but him. Mulder followed her eye line as Scully reached down to collect the liquid in her belly button before his eyes grew wide.

“Oh, shit! Your piercing!” Mulder spluttered with panic in his eyes. “I didn’t mean…Is it going to get infected? I didn’t think! I’m so sorry.”

Scully let him rush out his panic before she giggled, her head falling back as she struggled for breath. Opening her eyes, Scully immediately felt guilty when his face still showed nothing but worry. She smiled before she carefully sat up and brushed his jaw with her thumb.

“No, no, please don’t worry. It’s okay, honestly,” Scully traced his frowned eyebrow. “It won’t get infected. It’s been healed for years, it’s okay.” Scully watched him nod and sigh with relief.

“Was that okay?” He asked.

She guessed he wasn’t just talking about the way his desire was cooling on her stomach but about what they had just done. It was definitely a huge step in their relationship and one she didn’t think would have happened like this - well, if she was honest she hadn’t really been sure if it would have happened at all, even though there had always been a part of her that wanted him. Scully got up onto her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck, sucking his cum off her finger, Mulder licking his lips in approval.

“It was more than okay,” Scully confided as she looked into his eyes and tried to swallow down the lump of emotion that dwelled into her throat at the look of love in his eyes. Oh god, please don’t look at me like that, my heart can’t take it. But she smiled and bit her lip. “A lot more than okay.”

Mulder nodded in relief before he kissed her again, Scully moaning into his lips as she pulled away. “Come on, we should go get cleaned up. I don’t want to ruin the sheets.”

Mulder smirked as Scully struggled to move on wobbly legs. “You okay there, Scully?”

Scully playfully smacked his arm, taking the hand he offered to help her off the bed. “Shut up, Mulder.” Her tone was light as she intertwined their fingers and pulled him towards the bathroom, Mulder following behind her and never letting go of her hand.

---♡---

The shower was just what Scully needed. They washed together, Mulder made sure she washed her belly button thoroughly, and she smiled when he washed her hair before they melded together under the spray of the water. It was soft and gentle, even when Mulder took her again against the cool tiles of the shower. Their orgasms came quickly and even though they weren’t as strong as the ones before, they were just as pleasurable. Once they finished, he lowered her to the floor and they washed again, Scully cleaning their mixed arousal off her inner thighs. They dried together, smiling, before they made their way back into the room. Mulder got under the covers of the bed and watched as Scully gathered their clothes and put them onto the coffee table next to their forgotten paperwork, which they could finish over the weekend. Scully looked over at him as he lay there with the empty side of the bed’s covers pushed back in invitation.

There was a part of her deep inside that went on high alert and told her she needed to run, to get out of this situation and that the feelings of love and adoration she felt for him were too much, as they started bubbling up in her chest. They were too intense to process with her brain pumping endorphins around her body and she knew she couldn’t trust her judgement right now. She wasn’t in the right frame of mind to make a decision when her body called for her to go to him and leave the consequences to be dealt with tomorrow. Oh, how easily she could succumb to them. It was frightening, really. She stood there for a moment in the middle of the room, her towel loosely wrapped around her body, her heart pounding in her chest. Scully felt her eyes drawn to him, his gaze soft as he sat up against the headboard.

“You don’t have to stay, Scully.” Oh, how well you can read me, you always have been so good at it. Damn you. His voice was soft and she felt a sting to her heart when she heard a trace of sadness there. “I understand if you want to go. It’s okay.”

What are you doing? Stop with this shit! This is Mulder. This is the Mulder who you just slept with. This is the Mulder who looks at you like he truly loves you. Just go to him! Her heart screamed at her, but her head told her she needed time to process and she shouldn’t jump into something just because her body wanted it. She couldn’t fuck this up. Not with Mulder, he meant far too much to her. Scully swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded before collecting her clothes and leaving the room, not looking back to him because she knew it would be too hard to leave if she did. Scully rested her back against the door after it shut and looked into her room; it was so dark and empty, the light of his room peaked from under the door and she already missed the warmth.

Walking over to sit down on the bed, Scully let her arms hug around her body in an attempt at self comfort. She so desperately wanted to allow herself the happiness of being wrapped in him, but she didn’t want to possibly ruin what they had; because what they had was just too fucking important to her. It was probably the most important thing to her. Sex could just be sex. But feelings would make things harder, they always did.

Scully ran her hands over her face and brushed her wet hair back as she let her towel pool in her lap. But you want to go back there, stop denying yourself that. Things felt right, didn’t they? It had actually been amazing how naturally they had come together, as though they’d been doing it for years, and she supposed that parts of them had. He hadn’t given her any reason to doubt how much he cared for her and she felt herself wondering if maybe she should ignore her head for once. In all the years what has it gotten me? An empty bed and an even emptier heart . Biting her bottom lip, Scully gave a little strangled whimper when she tasted him still on her lips.

There was a deep ache that had settled between her legs and a bruised feeling on her thigh and all she felt was him, the thought only causing her heart to ache too. She wanted him and she wanted to let herself have that happiness she craved. Hell, even if it only lasts a little, it will be better than not having it all, right? They could work things out later, she just wanted to let herself have tonight. If that was all God was going to give her, she would make it count.

She pulled her towel back around her body and got to her feet, making her way towards the door, her hand lingering on the door knob before she decided to knock. It only took one tap of her knuckles against the wood before she heard him on the other side. “You don’t have to knock, Scully.”

Opening the door, she saw Mulder sitting up in bed, the covers still open in invitation for her. He gave her a questioning look, and just him so close to her again made her heart beat faster. This is where she wanted, no, needed to be. In the warmth and the light, not in the cold darkness alone. Not anymore . Scully gave him a reassuring smile and she could have sworn she had never seen him smile so big before. He lay back, his eyes raking over her body, and when she dropped the towel to reveal her bare skin to him once again, he moaned in approval. His eyes lingered on her breasts before they moved over her piercing, the patch of auburn curls between her legs, then travelled up to her eyes.

“You’re killing me over here, Scully,” Mulder chuckled and Scully smirked, walking towards him with a confident sway to her hips. “You need to give a guy some warning before you do that. So I can at least prepare myself.”

Scully giggled as she reached the bed, only hesitating for a split second before she slipped under the covers and looked up at the ceiling. Feeling him shift, she rolled onto her side with her back to him, unsure of how much he was willing to give her after she had pulled away once again. It didn’t take more than a few seconds before she felt his arms linger around her, hesitant to touch. Scully turned and looked into his eyes, his warmth so inviting as she shuffled towards him before raising her finger in warning, his eyebrow cocked in amusement at her playful attitude.

“If you steal my half of the blankets, I’ll kill you.” Her lips curved in amusement as he nodded and mock-pouted.

Moving as close to him as she could, she wrapped her arms around him. Mulder finally rested his arms around to hold her in a close embrace. Scully hadn’t even been aware that she’d been holding her breath, but it came out in a content sigh when he cradled her head to him and kissed the crown of her head deeply. This feels so right. He’s so soft. Legs slipped between his and there was something so intimate about how their hips connected, his cock soft and rested against her centre, curls rubbing against curls. Closing her eyes, she couldn’t help how her lips curled up when the wiry hair of his chest tickled her breasts, her body relaxing into the gentle way his fingers moved up and down her back.

“I hope your muscles are nice and relaxed now.” Scully smirked as her arms tightened around him and she kissed the skin of his shoulder.

“Very relaxed. Never felt more relaxed than right now,” Mulder paused and pulled her tighter to him, his voice a whisper. “And I’m not talking about the massage. Just being with you is so...” He paused again. “Comforting.”

As he relayed her earlier sentiment, Scully’s heart leapt. I’ve never felt so warm.

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Chicken and Cheese

Prompt by anon;

“It’s because I’m so attractive isn’t it?" - “I say this, and I cannot stress this enough, I find you completely repulsive"

Thank you so much for your prompt. I had fun writing this one with putting a bit of a humorous take on it.

Also available to read on ao3

Scully is struggling at work and Mulder takes her out for lunch to help her feel better.

Mulder/Scully || Miscellaneous || 2.5k words || Rating G

Sighing, Scully sunk back into her office chair, removing her glasses from off her nose in frustration, chucking them onto the desk. She as getting annoyed at herself with having to stare at the same few sentences over and over again on the paper in front of her, her head pounding, eyes unfocused. Since her cancer diagnosis she found it harder to read and write for long periods of time due to the strain it put on her eyes. They had returned from a case early this morning and had spent the majority of the rest of the day completing the relevant paperwork and reports. Though as the hours ticked on Scully could feel her eyes begin to protest and the pounding headache creeping up on her, getting more intense as she tried to push herself through it. Pinching the bridge of her nose she closed her eyes willing her eyes to focus again so she could just finish the little paper work she had left before she clocked out for the day. Scully wasn’t one to let herself be tardy on paperwork, and there was only a little bit left to do.

“I could finish it if it’s too much for you Scully”

Opening her eyes again, she looked across their single desk towards Mulder, his eyes staring right into hers, soft and kind. As much as she hated the way people looked at her now, like she was so fragile, Mulder didn’t look at her that way. From the moment she had gotten her diagnosis he had been there, steady and supportive. Sure she could tell his concern as always there, it crept up in his eyes every so often, but he wouldn’t treat her like she was glass that needed to be wrapped in bubble wrap in case it shattered. Mulder still treated her with the respect for her independence like he always did. It was a breath of fresh air.

“No, it’s okay. I just need a break for a few minutes, just a small headache” Scully gave him a small smile, hiding the grimace as another wave of pain hit her head. She wouldn't admit to him that it felt like her eyes were splitting inside her head because what she said was the truth. She had gotten used to the headaches and the blurriness of her eyes that came with it these past few weeks and with a small break she would be able to continue to finish the report she was working on. Besides it would have to be something she would have to learn to push through if she wanted to keep her job for as long as she could, it wasn’t like it was going to get any better. And she needed it because it kept her busy and not focusing on the fact that this cancer was killing her from the inside out.

Mulder put his own glasses down onto the desk, his report momentarily forgotten as he gave her a little smile in return, though it didn’t meet his eyes. He could tell she was in pain but he didn’t want to push her too hard. Scully had always been so independent and strong that the fact that she would eventually lose both of those things caused a frustrated tension to rest just below her skin that Mulder picked up on and his worry for her wouldn’t give her any comfort he was sure of that. So he would be there for her to keep a constant source of normality for her if she needed.

“We haven’t had anything to eat in a few hours, how about we go grab something?” Mulder looked at the clock on the wall and noticed it was way past lunch but they still had a little bit over an hour before they clocked out and they were both nearly finished their reports anyway. “We have some time to kill. It might help with the headache”

Scully nodded as she rubbed under her eyes. Maybe some fresh air would help her after they had spent the majority of the day cooped up down in their basement office. Even though she knew her headache wasn’t the result of low blood sugar she would go with him and eat if it helped to put his mind at ease a little. Mulder got up from the desk as he grabbed his suit jacket that was hanging over the back of his chair, putting it on, Scully standing up too, settling her pen down next to her report.

“Did you want to go to that little place on the corner? That has those mean sandwic-“

Mulder stopped talking when he heard a groan of frustration and looked up to see two small blood drops on the white pages of the report Scully had been working on. Looking up further he saw Scully quickly press a tissue to her nose, tilting her head back slightly. “Dammit” Scully muttered under her breath. Mulder wanted to rush over there to wrap her in his arms but he stopped himself. Every time he had worried about the nose bleeds in the past she would snap at him in anger. He now knew that she didn’t need his coddling. He would be there when she needed him and he would make sure he didn’t mess up the trust she had put in him but acting as concerned as he felt. Mulder just walked over to her side of the desk, pulling a couple of tissues out of the box next to her report and gave her one, her eyes dropping from his as she changed the tissues, pulling it away after she realised the blood flow had all but stopped. Mulder used the rest of his tissues to gently dab at the paper, making sure not to smudge her writing on the page. She would probably insist on re writing it now anyway, but he would try to get her to not worry about it. The drops hadn’t been big and it wasn’t as messy as when it had happened in the past.

Scully watched him with a tug at her chest as she gave her nose one more touch with the tissue to make sure it had stopped before she tucked the bloody tissues into her hand. “Let me just go wash up before we go. A sandwich would be nice” Excusing herself, Scully walked out of the office and into the toilet block at the end of the hallway, checking herself in the mirror to make sure she didn’t have any blood on her skin or clothes. When she was happy that she didn’t see any blood on her shirt, she quickly splashed some water on her face before she studied her appearance, cleaning up under her nose as she threw the dirty tissues into the waste basket under the sink and made her way back towards their office, Mulder standing outside holding her jacket in his arms.

“Your jacket my lady” Mulder outstretched his arm with a flourish. Scully rolled her eyes, a smile breaking on her lips at how much of a dork he was. This was how she liked it. He didn’t make a fuss over her like everyone else and just kept everything normal. It was what she needed. She knew that pushing her cancer under the rug to deal with later wouldn't be a viable option forever, but while she could do it she would. Going to grab her jacket she smiled a little more when he placed it on her shoulders, helping her get it on. Looking up at him with suspicious eyes he just patted her shoulders, lingering there a little longer than normal before he gave them a squeeze. He didn’t say anything, but she knows this was his way of making sure she was okay. Her smile warmed as she gave a nod, which was enough for him to nod in return and walk down the hallway, his hand on her lower back like always as he called the elevator.

“Please tell me you are actually going to order a sandwich this time? I know you love your salads Scully but their chicken and cheese is like an orgasm in your mouth” Mulder joked as the elevator dinged, the doors opening. Scully laughed as she stepped inside, pushing the button to the ground floor as she looked over to him, crossing her arms over her chest. “An orgasm in your mouth, really Mulder?” She tried to dead pan but couldn’t hide the smirk on her lips.

“I swear to god Scully.” Putting his hands up defensively he return her smile. “The way the cheese melts and that sauce they use is just heavenly”

The elevator doors dinged again as it opened to the hustle and bustle of the ground floor as they stepped out, walking side by side through the room on their way towards the exit, Scully just shaking her head slightly as he rambled on and on about the sandwich.

Stepping outside, Scully paused slightly as she closed her eyes against the sun, feeling another pulse of pain hit her eyes before she took a deep breath, sucking in the slightly cool clear air. Feeling a hand on her lower back once more, she opened her eyes as she looked up at Mulder, his sunglasses in his other hand in front of her. “Thanks” Scully whispered as she put them on, taking relief when the sun wasn’t so bright in her eyes. “Well I might just have to try this orgasmic sandwich after all”

Mulder broke out into a grin as they walked together to the little deli store on the corner. Once inside Mulder ordered them both a chicken and cheese sandwich, Mulder ordering a glass of soda for himself and a glass of water for Scully upon her request. Placing the sunglasses on the table, Scully removed her jacket and put it on the back of the chair as Mulder did the same before they settled down onto the table set for two. Once their sandwich’s arrived Scully watched as Mulder all but began to devour his first half. Looking down at her own she had to admit that it did look pretty amazing. Her stomach flipped with a little pang of nausea as another wave of pain hit her head. She didn’t really feel all that hungry after her little episode in their office, but Mulder had bought it for her so she would at lease try to eat a little bit, she was sure she could mange that. By the time Scully had brought a half of her sandwich to her lips to take the first bite, Mulder had already finished one half and was going to start on the second, a bit of sauce gathered in the corner of his lips.

Scrunching her nose up slightly, Scully began to eat her sandwich with an impressed hum of approval. It did taste pretty damn good, she just wished she was hungry enough to appreciate it more. Mulder looked at her and licked his lips, cleaning them as he raised his eyebrows. “It’s good right?” He said, swallowing his mouthful. “Orgasm in the mouth” He returned to his half as he watched her, watched how she only ate a few bites, barely getting through the first half of her sandwich before he could tell she mustn’t be feeling the best because her cheeks became a little whiter and her bites became slower and slower. He hadn’t realised he was starting until he felt the filling of his sandwich hit his plate and shirt with a noise. Looking down he gave a pout, seeing some white sauce on the front of his shirt. Grabbing his napkin he began cleaning up as Scully watched him with a smirk. “Are you always this messy around your dates?”

Mulder gave a laugh as he wiggled his eyebrows playfully, placing his napkin back down to the table, Mulder was pleased with himself that the evidence was mostly gone from his shirt now. “Oh come on Scully, I take you to this nice place, buy you an orgasmic sandwich and everything, still not good enough for you? So fussy” His voice was teasing as he looked down at his shirt with a satisfied gesture. “Besides you can’t even see that anything had happened no, couldn’t get any more cleaner for you.”

Chuckling, Scully put her sandwich back to her plate as she rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her water, her eyes falling to this shirt, still seeing the slight discolouration but decided to say nothing. Putting her glass back down to the table she raised her eye brow. “I’m so impressed” She sarcastic replied, her lips curling into a smile. “My mother would be so happy that I found someone so....able to clean himself.”

Mulder laughed as he took a drink from his soda, before he gave her a playful smouldering look, causing her to grimace awkwardly, a laugh escaping her lips, a little bit of colour returning to her cheeks. Mulder gave her a wink as he leaned forwards slightly. “You can tell me the truth Scully, why your mother would be happy” His lips curling into a smirk “...It’s because I’m so attractive isn’t it?”

Scully gave a sharp laugh before she pushed him back into his chair with a playful shove, her hand going to cover her mouth as she felt her shoulders shake as she laughed. Mulder fell back into his chair as he nodded to himself, his eyes twinkling with playfulness and happiness, seeing her laugh so carefree, especially after what had happened earlier. He would do anything to make her laugh. Scully slowed her laughter down to a giggle before she reached out to grip his hands, giving them a slight pat as she looked into his eyes, a sudden serious look on her face. “I say this Mulder and I cannot stress this enough. I find you completely repulsive”

Mulder felt his smile falter for a moment before he saw the same playful twinkle in her eyes as her face broke out into a grin. “I’m kidding Mulder....” She had seen the look of heartbreak in his eyes for a split second and she felt herself having to apologise in some way. “...I don’t find you completely repulsive” She joked as she sat back in her chair, her hands resting back in her lap and her lips in a soft smile, her headache and nausea returning slightly. Pushing her plate forward she gave Mulder a little tilt of her head. “Go ahead and finish mine, I’m full.”

Reaching forward to pull the plate closer he took note of the grimace in her eyes again and gave her a smile. “Thanks Scully. Are you sure you’ve have enough?”

Scully nodded again with a soft smile as she sat back in her chair, her stomach settling down a little bit at the thought of her not eating anything more. Her head ache throbbed again behind her eyes but it wasn’t as bad as it had been back at their office. It had been nice to get out and spend some time with Mulder away from the stuffiness of their office and without the pressure of a case. It was exactly what she needed.

“I’m sure”

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