The FBI protocol during a psychological evaluation detailed explicitly that agents were to enter their appointments on their own. Mulder waited anxiously in his office, finishing his report and reading the third journal while Scully was upstairs. If he could wait in the hallway outside Karen Kosseff and Skinner’s offices, he would but it was made abundantly clear when he arrived at the Bureau for her appointments that he was to march his ass back down to the basement.
By the time Scully arrived downstairs, he had begun reading the last journal. In it she detailed how they found William with the help of some unlikely friends. He was just reading about a secret compound in Milk River when he got up to make more coffee. As he was pouring the water into the back of the machine, he heard the office door swing open.
“I’ll be fine to work on Monday,” she announced as she entered. “Where are you?”
Mulder was in the back area next to the light viewer where they kept the coffee pot. “Back here.”
“Coffee?” she asked and he nodded. “Good, I need coffee.”
Mulder watched as she sat at his desk and looked around the office. “Is the view that different from back there?”
She shrugged and he sat in the chair on the other side from her. “It’s nice not bumping my knees into this while we’re talking.”
He had a thought about getting her a desk since she had pointed it out. It wasn’t that he didn’t think she deserved one but that prior to the fire, the space in the office was already limited.
“I should get you one,” he acknowledged.
“A desk?” she clarified and he nodded. She breathed through her nose heavily. “Remember the last time we put in for a requisition for more furniture? I got a chair with one wheel missing and we got a bill to our department for three hundred dollars. That man in accounting had a fit.”
Mulder held up his hands in defence. “Okay, but since the fire down here, they did give us a bit more space. It’s not as cramped as before.”
He could see a thought brewing in her head as her mouth crooked up in a grin. “You know, if you wanted me to be a sure thing, that would do it.”
He pursed his lips. “You mean if I got you a desk three years ago, you might have slept with me-”
Scully held up her finger and he stopped himself from bringing up Jerse. It wouldn’t be helpful to either of them to bring up anyone from their past.
“At all?” he finished.
She looked off to the side. “I don’t think we were really in the place for that to happen then…”
He thought about that. Mulder was attracted to Scully longer than he could remember not being attracted to her but he knew the timing for things to start never made sense except before. Not that he wasn’t willing to try. Maybe he needed to worry about how he could lose her forever before he could appreciate that they needed each other.
Things this morning had started to go somewhere more physical than the few kisses they had shared since she woke up. The one in her kitchen was heated and passionate. It was progressing towards sex-
“Mulder?” Scully interrupted his thoughts with a raised eyebrow.
“Hmm?” he asked with feigned innocence but Scully probably knew exactly what he was thinking.
“I said, do you need to put in a full day or can you knock off early?” she repeated.
Dana Scully post-coma was a bit of a rebel or a bad influence. Either way, he liked it.
“I…” Mulder started as he looked at the few items on his desk. “I just have a report I was supposed to finish.”
“I can help,” she offered as she got up from his usual spot at the desk and walked across the office to fix them each a coffee.
“I’m just writing a profile for a case that came in,” he said as he watched her carefully move about the office.
She returned with two mugs and set them both gingerly on the desk before perching herself on the edge with her fingers wrapped around the hard surface. She was far too distracting after this morning to be of any help but he missed her enough to keep her there.
“What’s the profile?” she asked.
Mulder tilted his head to the side. “They think it’s a young man, twenty-five to thirty-five, who has been leaving anonymous notes on mailboxes before kidnapping children in Des Moines.”
“You think differently?” she asked him.
He reached beside her and took his cup to his lips. As he contemplated the unknown subject, he looked at the edge of his cup. “I think it’s a woman. Probably in her mid-forties.”
Scully’s eyebrows shot up. “Why a woman?”
“The language in the notes suggests an educated mind, someone who is eloquent and well-read but the children were taken in the middle of the day without a struggle,” Mulder replied. He shook his head. “I was just finishing my theory that it was possibly a woman at the local school or library who had access to the children. The way they were selected is odd but I’m slowly piecing it together.”
Scully nodded slowly. “It’s not out of the question for it to be a woman. Women are more easily trusted by children or anyone really for that matter.”
“Men have a longer line of violating that trust to warrant such low opinions of strangers,” Mulder agreed.
“Well…” she began and picked up her mug to take a sip. “Not all men.”
He gave her a look. “Do men in the future warrant more trust from the public or less?”
She frowned sympathetically. “I’m afraid your gender doesn’t do well in the next twenty years in that regard.”
Mulder sighed. “I knew it.”
They both chuffed in laughter and enjoyed a beat while they contemplated the gravity of Scully admitting she might have access to the future with what she dreamt.
“Have you thought about the repercussions of knowing any of this?” Mulder asked her. “How many lives we could potentially save?”
“Mulder…” she started and set her cup down. “The further away I get from my dream, the more it starts to feel hazy.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “What do you mean?”
“When I read excerpts of the journals to Karen Kosseff, it was like the memories belonged to someone else,” she explained. “I don’t want to lose them but I’m worried I’ll wake up tomorrow and it will all be gone.”
Mulder got up from the desk and picked up one of the journals. “This is only a piece of the puzzle. You’re the key, Scully. You always have been.”
She looked embarrassed but that was the truth. There were more answers found in her over the last seven years together than in encrypted files, the sky or in the lies of a smoking son of a bitch who thought his genetic connection to Mulder made a lick of a difference. What was important to know was that a plot was unfolding in front of them and they would be able to stop it. It wasn’t going to be word for word or moment to moment.
Last year, Mulder met a woman named Pam on the side of the street he had a sense of deja vu upon looking at. Her claim was that she was stuck in a loop of a bank robbery gone wrong that ended in their deaths. Each day repeated the exact same way and it only doomed her to continue to repeat it without a hopeful end.
“I’m worried what changing certain actions could do-”
“You said it yourself, the whole world is falling apart and we’re the ones to stop it,” he reminded her as he came to stand in front of her.
“I said it feels like we are,” she corrected him as she stood up.
Mulder made a face. “Because we are.”
Scully sighed. “I just hope we can.”
Mulder took her cup from her and set it on the desk next to his. He kissed her forehead and she sighed again.
“Give me twenty minutes to type up my report and I can take you out for lunch,” he offered and she nodded.
Scully looked up at him. “I’d like that.”
Mulder gave her arms a squeeze before reclaiming his desk and opening the profile he had started for the VCU. Scully picked up one of the newspapers on the desk and thumbed the pages while he typed up his notes. As he was finishing his last thoughts on the report, he looked up from his screen to see Scully sitting with her chin in her hand and watching him expectedly.
“I’m just sending it off,” he said as he finished typing up his notes.
“I wasn’t rushing you,” she replied lightly.
He finished his coffee as he ran a spell check and sent the report up to the SAC that asked for his help. Mulder typed a few more command keys and turned off his computer for the night. Scully took their mugs over to the sink in the back area and cleaned out the coffee maker for the weekend. Mulder would have left the pot with a cup in the bottom but now that she was back, the standard of cleanliness had to be higher than the status quo.
“Where do you feel like eating?” Mulder asked her.
“Lincoln’s Waffle House?” she suggested and he raised his eyebrows at her in surprise. She caught his look and shook her head at him. “No?”
“No, I love it there,” he said.
He didn’t add that he was surprised because Scully normally rolled her eyes when he suggested diners like those when they were in town. She asked him to take her to places that had more than two salads on the menu and the napkins weren’t on a dispenser on the edge of the table.
“I know you do,” she replied as she took his hand. “Come on.”
As they walked towards the car, Mulder placed his hand on Scully’s lower back and she reached behind her to interlace her fingers with his. She gave his fingers a squeeze and sent him a look that solidified his plans for the rest of the afternoon. He was going to get Dana Scully into bed before family, another global conspiracy or his own fuck ups got in the way.
They had barely made it through their shared lunch when Mulder had thrown two twenties on the table and pulled her out of the booth they were sitting in. He took her by the wrist and pulled her down the aisle of Lincoln’s feeling like a caveman. Scully followed quickly behind him with her heels clicking on the diner floor as she tried to keep up.
It would have been easier to control himself if she hadn’t been rubbing the top of her foot on his calf during lunch and licking her upper lip after laughing at his jokes. He hadn’t seen or talked to her in three months and in the last two days, he had finally kissed her but a man could only take so much. This would not be a slow courtship where he took her for dinners, walked her to her door and left with a polite kiss good night.
Her apartment was closer and therefore Mulder drove there first but he had plans for her and his leather couch for another day. After a long heated kiss on her street against his car, Scully whispered his name as he could see her barely holding on to her composure. His own control was hanging by a thread.
They had somehow made it inside Scully’s front door. As their bodies knocked into the front table and her keys fell to the floor, she broke the kiss.
“Go to the couch,” she suggested breathlessly.
Mulder nodded and walked towards the couch as he adjusted himself inside his suit pants. Scully stood in front of him as he slumped into the cushions and looked up at her feeling like he was on perilous ground. He wanted to rip the suit off her skin and push her into the carpet to have his way with her. The romantic side of him reminded that after all this time, she deserved better than that. She deserved at least a bed.
Scully shed her suit jacket as she put her knees on either side of his lap. She gave him an impish look as she sat her bottom on top of his thighs. “Mulder-”
“If this is how you’re planning to argue theories from now on, Scully,” he started. “I gotta say I don’t mind it.”
She shook her head. “Would it get you to shut up for a second?”
Mulder pursed his lips and nodded. They shared a small laugh before he pulled her to his face to kiss her again. It wasn’t long before she had moved forward on his lap and they had started a slow grind at her set pace while she moved across his dick.
With every movement, Scully pushed down harder and his fingers fought to stay idle on her hips. He wanted to touch her everywhere but wasn’t sure if he had the green light. Up to this point, they had been quiet about intent. Mulder knew what he wanted to do to her but he had yet to voice that out loud. What if she didn’t want all of that too?
What else did he have with her moving above him and the kisses of intent? If that wasn’t a sign to move it along, he didn’t know what was.
In a surge of bravado, much like when he grabbed her hand to pull her out of Lincoln’s, his hands slid from her hip bones to the cheeks of her ass. It felt even better now than when he was carrying her out of an alien spaceship and was forced to cop a feel for survival purposes.
“Oh,” she whispered in surprise as she pulled up a little.
“Is that okay?” he asked her tentatively and he swallowed heavily.
He started to move his palms from her backside but she took his hands in hers to place them on her breasts.
Now it was his turn.
“Oh,” he whispered in similar astonishment of the physical development.
“More than okay,” she teased.
Mulder grinned and he displaced one hand from her breast to her backside. “What about a compromise?”
They began to kiss again and Mulder found himself needing more and more. The hand cupping her breast eventually moved under her sweater to feel the smooth skin of her abdomen then up to cup her breast over her satin bra. The other hand on her backside found the small gap at the waist of her pants to hold her between her soft underwear and trousers. He was so close to the real thing but still not quite there. It was somewhat of a metaphor for his search for the truth but he was pretty sure his desire for Scully was stronger.
That said a lot.
Scully pulled her mouth from his as she reached between their bodies to undo the buckle on his belt.
“Jesus,” he whispered.
She had barely touched him yet and he felt like he was a gun ready to fire.
He needed to get his hormones under control. He needed to take care of her first, to ensure she was satisfied, before she laid a hand on him and it ended in a second.
Finishing early with a woman wasn’t an issue for Mulder in the past but he had never wanted someone the way he had desired Scully. The rush of excitement he felt while getting subpar oral service from Phoebe Greene at Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s grave didn’t match the PG-13 moment of dry humping Dana Scully in her living room at two p.m. on a Friday afternoon.
“Mulder,” Scully whispered as she skillfully opened his fly and button on his trousers. “I have to tell you something…”
His eyes, that had closed at some point as the teeth separated on his zipper, opened and he looked at her fully. “Tell me anything.”
“I want you to know… this isn’t because of what I felt in my dream,” she assured him as her hand slipped beyond the boxer shorts he had on and wrapped around his flesh. He let out a quick huff of air. “This was inevitable for us, the people who should have had a first kiss on New Year’s.”
“I hoped this kind of thing would have happened sooner than three months and four days after our first kiss…” he started but his voice drifted off and his ability to make a pithy remark was halted when she stroked him a few times. “Oh God, that’s so much better when you do it.”
“So much better than what?” she asked with a raise of her eyebrow.
Mulder kissed her neck and took a nibble along her collarbone against her shirt. “Than anything else.”
Scully pushed out her lower lip as she thought with a slight grin on her face. It was sexy and cute at the same time and he couldn’t wait to see this side of her more frequently. Every day if she would let him.
“Maybe you shouldn’t make comparative statements until the full show,” she teased before they began to kiss again.
Her tongue against his and her hand along his shaft felt too good. He felt a slight drop of pre-cum drip from his cock. It was a sensory overload moment and Mulder needed to regain some composure.
With a move he wasn’t sure would work, he flipped them to the right on the couch so she was directly underneath him. Her hands gripped his biceps and while he missed her touch, he was grateful to be in a position of control.
Mulder moved between her legs and slipped the button loose on her suit pants. Her eyes widened as he looped his fingers under the waist of her pants and began to tug them down around her hips.
“Um…” she started but her disagreement with what he had planned halted when he pulled the material roughly down her thighs, leaving her in a pair of black lace bikini panties.
“Take your shirt off, Scully,” he urged and watched as her hands went to the buttons of the crisp blouse she put on that morning. She slipped the fastenings through the small holes quickly and Mulder pulled the sleeves off her arms. He took the sweater from her and set it on the floor next to her pants. “You can have these back when I’m finished.”
She smiled a little at his mock authoritative tone and nodded.
The bra was a matching set and he appreciated the fastidious nature of Dana Scully that liked things in order and to match but he would have no less pleasure at seeing her in different coloured items. Suddenly, a dark and seedy side of him wanted to see her in every piece of lacy and satin undergarment she had. Maybe he wanted to take each piece off with his teeth but nevertheless, he wanted to see it against her smooth, alabaster skin.
“What?” she asked with a coy smile.
Mulder smoothed his hands up her legs. “I think of all the ways I’ve seen you, this is my second favourite so far.”
She furrowed her brow. “What was the first?”
“When you were on top earlier is a tie with seeing you in scrubs,” he admitted.
Scully placed her hands over his and shook her head. “You’re a pervert.”
Mulder pressed his face into her sex and kissed the material of her underwear. “You have no idea.”
Before she could retort, he was pulling the flimsy material down her thighs. The cognizant side of his mind wanted to see her in them again and stopped himself from ripping the panties off of her. Before he could remove her bra, Scully held up one finger.
“You’re overdressed, Agent Mulder,” she said softly.
His plan was to stay clothed and therefore several steps away from sex as long as he could.
Mulder slowly unfastened the buttons on his shirt and tossed it towards the other end of the couch. He stood up and as he began to pull his trousers down over his hips, Scully sat up to take over. She looked up at him slowly before looking back at what she was faced with. His erection was tenting the material and she held his gaze as she pulled his pants down his legs.
It was probably the sexiest thing that had ever happened to him in a long time and they were just getting started. As Mulder stepped out of his pants and kicked them aside, Scully reached behind her to undo her bra. As he was about to kneel down in his boxer shorts, she put a hand on his chest and stopped him. He watched as her fingers tucked into his underwear and pulled them expertly over his erection. The inches between them were zero as his cock pointed straight out to her face and before he could tell her not to, she took him in her hand and wrapped her lips around the head.
Just as she made one stroke along his shaft and swirled her tongue around the head, his voice jumped out from his throat.
“Fuck me!” he called out.
Scully’s mouth left him immediately and she shook her head and put a finger to her lips. He winced, realizing how loud he had been and she smirked.
“I have neighbours, Mulder.”
“Scully, I had a plan…” he wanted to whine but attempted to say it with some patience. “I was going to… I had a plan.”
She placed her hands in her lap and looked up at him with amused patience. “I’ll adhere to your plan, Mulder, if it’s that important to you.”
He knelt in front of her and pushed her knees carefully apart. When he looked down, he saw that her sex was swollen and ready for him. He had often wondered what her stand on personal grooming was and just like everything else about her, Dana Scully kept herself fastidiously tidy. She wasn’t bare to the skin but she had obviously been careful that morning to tidy up the hair at the apex of her thighs. She told Mulder in an offhand comment two days ago she needed to book herself a hair and nails appointment but it just now dawned on him she wasn’t talking about the hair on her head. Prior to the coma, she booked bimonthly hair and nails appointment and it wasn’t at a hair salon. Sometimes being a man was so simple he couldn’t fathom what the needs and requirements were to maintain being a woman. He finally understood that when Scully furrowed her brow as she checked her calendar when he sprung a new case on her that it meant switching a manicure and bikini wax. No wonder the woman gave him so much grief about last minute travel plans.
It felt rude to stare at her sex but he also felt like he finally had the chance to look and not be screamed at to leave the room. She was perfect with the short hair covering the lips of her sex. Not that it mattered to him either way, she could be as hairy as a Sasquatch and he would still find her attractive. Love did that to a man but he knew it wasn’t up to him either way. He was pleased that her auburn hair had been trimmed so short he could see the outline of her lips and moisture along her labia. He wondered when she had time to do that in the last four days but he didn’t want to spend too much time asking her how she had managed to groom herself so neatly before tasting her.
“I can tell you want to make a comment about my natural hair colour,” Scully noted as he moved his hands up her thighs. The arch of her eyebrow said just as much as her tone.
Mulder pushed his lower lip out and shook his head. “I saw pictures of you as a little girl when you were in a coma… both times. I knew the red was mostly natural.”
“I’ll have to call your mother next time you’re knocked out for months on end and ask her to bring your baby book,” she teased as she pushed on his shoulder. “Take off your undershirt.”
He took off the last remaining item between them and placed it next to her clothing pile. “I was a cute baby with giant ears and a nose I eventually grew into. Everybody said so.”
Scully watched his hands as they inched closer to her sex and her breath hitched when he put his thumbs against the crease of her thighs. “What…”
Her voice stopped as he lowered his head and opened her thighs to press a kiss right at the crease of her leg.
“Oh,” she sighed.
He could detect the mild disappointment in her voice as well as smell the arousal emanating off of her. His finger dipped into her folds and felt delighted that she was wet.
There were a hundred things he wanted to say to her or profess but now wasn’t the time. This was the time to put his tongue to better use. His mouth pressed against her sex and he drew one long line up each lip while a long, low moan escaped her mouth.
“Ohhhhhhh, Mulder,” she moaned.
He repeated the action up the other side and then up the centre. He pulled her hips closer to the edge of the couch and took another long taste of her before finding the bundle of nerves at her centre.
Her body jerked at first as he started a slow and gentle pace of circling her clit with his tongue. He wanted to ask if it was okay but she was getting wetter with each pass of his tongue. As her moans grew louder, Mulder inserted a finger inside her tight walls and it was her turn to shout.
“Oh god!” she cried out.
It wasn’t exactly the time to give her a quipped remark about her having neighbours but he thought about it. He was more concerned with making her come than making her laugh.
His tongue flattened out and he moved it along the folds of her sex to find her swelling and tightening around his finger. He wanted her to come and he wanted to make it good for her. If there was anything else he felt determined for, it was to give her this at least.
Of all the ways he failed her by getting her abducted and losing her chance at motherhood, he was not going to disappoint at this. He was determined to make some part of the hell she had been through since meeting him worthwhile. He knew it said a lot about how little he thought of himself as a person but the fact of the matter was, he had little in his existence to disprove to the contrary.
Scully thread her fingers into his hair and ground the wet fever between her legs against his mouth as she cried out to ride the waves of her orgasm. A small squeak escaped her throat and he pushed harder against her sex with his lips and tongue. He could taste the very essence of her and it was delicious.
Her body jerked and she shuddered before she pulled her body away quickly. She pressed her thighs together and put her hand across her sex under her knees to close herself off from him. She was panting on her back at the other end of the couch and he worried somehow he had screwed it up already.
“What?” he asked as he wiped at his chin. “Is something wrong?”
Scully kept her eyes closed as she shook her head. “No… no that was perfect.”
“Why did you stop me?” he asked as he sat next to her on the couch. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she replied quickly as she opened her eyes and curled herself to sit up on the couch. “Not at all it was just…”
“What?” he asked as she took his hand. “Bad?”
“Mulder,” she laughed. “No. Shut up for a second.”
His heart that had sunk felt a little elated that he hadn’t actually screwed things up between them by being too determined to make her come. “Why are you laughing at me?”
She clenched her chin and reached out to wipe the edge of his mouth. “Sometimes when something is too good, you need to stop.”
That didn’t make a lick of sense and he vocalized that to her, pointing out the pun in the process.
“Maybe for men, it would be ideal to have an orgasm that lasts past the point of pain-”
“It gets too sensitive that it hurts a little,” she explained. “I don’t know how else to explain it. Surely in your many years as a man of the ladies-”
“Whatever Frohike told you, is a lie,” Mulder cut her off. “I’ve had a limited experience with women.”
“How limited?” she asked him skeptically.
“Less than thirty,” he said vaguely and she laughed again. “Why are you laughing?”
“Well surely between that first one and me, you’d have had sex where it has been painful at some point,” she supplied.
Mulder thought about that. “No… but I guess maybe if there wasn’t enough lubri-”
“Okay,” she cut him off with a hand in front of her. “That’s not what I mean but we can move on from that topic.”
Mulder shrugged. “You brought it up.”
Scully opened her mouth but her eyes were drawn down to his hands when one wrapped around his member. “I-”
He grinned as he found another efflux of bravado and he stroked his member once. Scully’s chest heaved and she let out a breath between barely parted lips. He had seen that calming technique over the last seven years. A few times, she had looked at him with her hooded eyes as he cracked open a seed and slightly pursed her lips as she was now. Mulder was immediately rethinking many past moments between them when he was hoping she felt the same way.
“I forgot what we were talking about before,” she admitted as her eyes slowly, moved up his torso and to his face. A pink hue took over her cheeks and chest as she licked her bottom lip before pulling it between her teeth.
He wasn’t about to remind her. The conversation of past sexual partners could wait for another time. This was the time for action. The small respite from when he tasted her to now was over and he was feeling the need of his own arousal to find a finale.
Mulder kept his left hand on his dick while the other pulled her face to his and they kissed with the pent up passions of two people who continually risked everything for each other. He wondered if the taste of her on his mouth was off-putting to her or slightly arousing.
His tongue made another brush against hers and she whimpered. He assumed it couldn’t be all bad. The couch wasn’t his ideal place for their first coupling and he wanted to take her into the bedroom but all he could think about was getting inside of her. She must have been moving along the same lines because she was swinging her leg over his lap and pressing her chest into his as their tongues continued to slide against one another.
Regretfully, Mulder released his cock and pulled her flush to his lap. His erection was sandwiched between their bodies and he felt her arousal at the base of cock. She lifted her hips slightly as they kissed and pressed her breasts into his chest.
As her hips began to lower, Mulder reached under her to angle his cock at her entrance. Her swollen lips met the tip of his dick and her mouth broke away from his to gasp when the first inch of him pushed inside.
“Sorry, I didn’t wait for a formal invite,” he noted and immediately rebuked the quip. “I mean-”
She slid down a fraction and his voice caught in his throat. “Were you still waiting on a yes from me, Mulder?”
“You know, trying to maintain that good guy persona you wrote about,” he managed. He cleared his throat and tried to smile.
“You are,” she breathed as she tilted her hips forward and slid down the rest of the way.
Mulder let out a breath of relief as he felt her tight sex around him. This was better than he ever imagined, hoped or fantasized about. Her hands were gingerly resting on his shoulders and she smoothed her palms down his biceps before moving them back up to the top of his pecks. He felt the relaxation of her sex around his dick and he flexed his hips experimentally.
Scully grunted and gave him a look of warning. He kissed along her jaw and down towards her collarbone. Her breath hitched in her throat at several spots and he revelled at the moans as he kissed and nipped where he had previously marked her.
He vowed to make these points known in his brain and to make her emanate these sounds forever. This was just their beginning but he already knew there could be no other or an end to who they were to each other. It was a large statement for his heart to make, knowing what she told him about the future, but he was going to be better than the possible alternate reality that Scully slept through.
“Mmmm,” she hummed as his hips flexed again.
She felt like velvet around him and her body felt lithe in his arms.
“Can you come like this, Scully?” he asked her as she took a preliminary ride up and down his cock.
She shook her head as she pulled up and sank back down. “Just… how you did it before….My clit… I need stimulation… oh!”
Mulder took her right hand from his chest and put her middle in his mouth. He wet the pad with his finger and placed it between their bodies where they were joined. Scully’s eyes widened at the insinuation. If he was anyone else, maybe she would be more apprehensive at the ask but they were who they were to each other. She had spent the last fifteen years in her mind with him as her husband and lover… She didn’t need to feel shy with this version of Mulder. There was nothing left but exploration of utmost pleasures they could bring each other to.
Her lip caught between her teeth and she closed her eyes as she found her clit.
“I want to watch you,” he whispered. “Open your eyes, Scully.”
Her cheeks were no longer pink but now red with a flush of sex and possible embarrassment. She didn’t need to feel shy now after all they had seen and done with one another. This was only one more step in bringing them closer.
“I want to watch your eyes while you do that,” he urged her.
Her lids opened and she whimpered as her hand began to move across her sex.
“Yessss,” he hissed as he felt her tighten immediately.
He wanted to ask her if she had thought about him while she did that before. He was curious where she had done it and how. The darkest parts of Mulder’s mind were intrusive and pushy. Delightfully, she continued to let him in.
“Oh,” she whimpered as she moved her hips and finger in tandem. “Oh, this is so much better than when I do it alone.”
He grinned at her and wanted to know more but didn’t want to interrupt in case she was about to confess her personal sins of her body to him.
It wasn’t until he swallowed that he realized his jaw had dropped. Scully gave him an impish look as he felt once again that he was not worthy of this woman.
“I… I think I almost had a brain aneurysm,” he teased and she flexed her hips. “Don’t-”
Scully pressed her mouth to his as she flexed her hips and her finger began to move across her sex. She was always better at multitasking than he was. Mulder was singular goal oriented, only focusing on one thing. The feeling of her tongue on his as they shared the taste of her and his cock inside was an overload. He needed to be in control of the pace if he was going to stave of his orgasm but there was no way to do that from where he was sitting. Maybe if he could get her over to her bed and got on top of her, he could set a rhythm of fucking to allow her to come as many times as she could stand until she told him she had enough. That would be the goal, to get her so satisfied she couldn’t beg for more.
He didn’t know how to make this plan come to fruition. He could jump onto a moving train and pray to get inside a singular car but lifting them up and moving towards the bedroom was an entirely different scenario. This was more complicated and maybe more risky. The first problem was he didn’t want to leave her body. She felt warm, wet and a little like what heaven might feel like if he was ever granted access.
As her hips pulled up once sharply, she cried out and he could feel her having a spontaneous orgasm that neither of them had anticipated. She ground her hips against his as her fingers continued to work the bundle of nerves and her eyes closed as her pleasure took over. She pulsed around him and he felt himself close to the verge of his own orgasm but with every ounce of control, he somehow managed to stave off losing himself to the deep abyss that his release would plunge him into.
She dropped her head to his chest and panted heavily. Mulder’s hands wrapped around her arms as she shuddered and he kissed the side of her head.
He thought he might finally have a moment to move them to the bed. He had envisioned sex with her a hundred different ways but the first time usually enlisted a bed. Admittedly, he dreamt of a tense moment breaking between them in the office. It included taking her on the desk with sunflower seeds and reports scattered around the floor while he ploughed into her but those were fantasies that he knew had to be placated until he could possess her the first time, properly and how she deserved.
Before she could move, Mulder pulled her body from his lap and he felt the cool air sting against his cock.
“What-” she started but Mulder cut her off by picking her up before she could say differently.
He put her abdomen on his shoulder with her bare ass up in the air while she cried out his name in protest.
“Mulder, what the hell?”
“We’re having sex on a bed, Scully,” he argued gently as he maneuvered them into the bedroom. It was not surprisingly easier to walk through her apartment carrying her in this fashion than up a ladder with an alien spawn chasing them. He chose not to mention that now. “I’m going to do one thing right with you and it’s going to start in a bed.”
“I wasn’t minding the-” she began but he pulled her off of his shoulder and she landed on the mattress with a grunt. “As I said, I didn’t mind-”
“What about me?” he interrupted her as he climbed on top of her naked body. She was pink everywhere and her skin was warm. She smelled like her sweet sweat and the arousal from her thighs. He sat between her legs and pulled her down the mattress towards him. “What if I wanted this?”
She opened her mouth to argue with a raised eyebrow and then closed it.
“I’m not asking you to make an honest man out of me before we go to bed together,” he cajoled as he leaned on his elbows above her. He reached between them to position himself at her entrance and kissed the side of her head. “I just don’t need to do everything unconventionally.”
Scully looked down between them as he entered her and she closed her eyes when the tip of his cock reached her cervix. He had to close his eyes too. A differing angle made her feel different. She was tight from her previous orgasm but flexible from her arousal. She was soft and lithe underneath him as he pulled her left leg from around his waist to push her knee into the mattress.
He flexed his hips and if it was possible, he pushed in deeper.
“Fuck!” she swore.
Mulder pulled his hips back slightly and thrust in. He seconded her announcement and cursed as well.
“Not terrible for conventional,” he affirmed and thrust again.
Scully’s breath hitched in her throat and she clutched one hand around his back. The other hand was gripping the bedding as he began a strong and steady rhythm, pumping his hips that made them both moan in unison.
Underneath him, her breasts were bouncing at each push of his hips against hers and she dug her nails into his back as he fucked her ferociously. There would be time later for something gentle and soft. In the future, he could spend hours worshipping each area of her body and kiss her in every place that had been hidden by silk nylons, stiff suits and sharp lines of a tailored jacket.
He was getting close and he could feel himself tiring. Scully let go of the skin on his back to touch herself again and she tightened around him further. She was slowly massaging his dick with her narrow walls and his orgasm was burgeoning for him if he could just-
“Fuck!” he bellowed and suddenly he felt the tightening in his stomach.
Mulder began pumping erratically and faster as he felt himself let go of everything he had been holding back. As he pushed one final time, he felt the air leave his lungs and he shook as he tried not to crush Scully underneath him.
Her hands soothed the skin up his back and he pressed his lips to the side of her head. She held her palms down to pull him closer to him and he relaxed on top of her.
“Wow,” he said finally into the curve of her neck.
He couldn’t lay like this forever. Eventually, he would shrink and slip out of her while making the mess that normally followed after sex. Right now he felt the short pangs of dread that followed because he always had to ask himself, what now?
With every other woman, after sex there was discussions of where their relationship was taking them. What did they do now? Scully had the answers to the future in journals but what did that really mean for them? Were they victims to fate or did they have any control to stop what was coming?
“I can feel you thinking,” she commented as he pushed up onto his elbows.
“If you say regret-”
“No!” he cut her off. “Never.”
Her eyes relaxed and she gave him a grin. “Then why the long face?”
“Scully, what do we do now?” he asked her. “Do we wait for these events to unfold while we are helpless to stop what you saw?”
“No,” she protested assuredly. “We do our work. The truth to everything still lies in the X-Files. I’m more certain of it now than I have ever been.”
He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at her proclamation. Instead, he felt his dick stir inside of her.
“Mulder,” she rejoined.
He grinned. “It doesn’t know I’m done but that response is pretty typical.”
“So that line about your heart leaping about Spontaneous Human Combustion-”
“Oh I was totally into it,” he replied with a laugh.
She glanced over to the bedside table and Mulder followed her gaze to grab the box of tissues.
“Thanks,” she said awkwardly. As they cleaned themselves off, she caught the look he was giving her. “What?”
He didn’t know whether it was the time or place to make any grand declarations. Usually, with other women, he was looking for reasons to spend less time with them. Sex created a flight response in men to flee after planting their seed. He didn’t understand the biology of it.
“I want to help you,” he vowed. “I want to help you become a mother, and in turn, have a chance, a real solid actual chance at being a father…”
She was blushing and not because she was angry… she felt embarrassed? He was having a hard time discerning her mood.
“I want to do better than my father. I want to be more present than yours. I want us to have a chance at something corny and ordinary that we feel sick just talking about it because, holy shit, Scully, we deserve it,” Mulder promised. “Why does that sound so wrong?”
She was quiet as she got off the bed to use the bathroom. When she returned, she agreed, “It’s not wrong.”
“It’s not wrong,” she repeated. “It’s just… usually people fall in love, eventually marry and have kids.”
Her eyes regarded him skeptically and he could feel a confession in his chest but he tried to push it down.
“You know I love you,” he implored and she nodded. “I’m sure you love me, this version of me.”
Scully slowly nodded as she was seeing right through his motivations. “I see…”
“What?” he questioned.
She tucked her chin down as she looked off to the right in an attempt to figure out if what she was assuming about him was correct. “Are you jealous of yourself - the man I had a relationship within the vision?”
He opened his mouth to object but none was forthcoming. Admittedly, he was jealous but he wasn’t planning to ever tell her that.
“Mulder!” she chided him with a giggle and his face fell. “I had a relationship with you… those journals were all about us!”
Now it was his turn to be embarrassed. “Yeah but-”
She put her hand across his mouth. “No. This isn’t up for discussion. Your emotions are your own and I don’t want to diminish how you feel-”
“That’s remarkably aware of you,” Mulder interrupted.
“But believe me when I tell you that you are being an ass,” she finished and he pursed his lips into a frown. “I mean it. You and the man I had a future with, I know they’re the same. That goodness is inside of you. The selfishness you sometimes have when obsessing over the conspiracies and the lies we have been told is out of a place of caring. I see you wanting to fix things almost out of pure stubbornness. If that’s not someone worthy of everything I have to give, I don’t know what is.”
“Scully…” he started and he swallowed heavily. “I… I don’t know what to say. I mean… you’re more than worthy… I can’t even believe you would say that.”
“I just want you to know that you’re not someone who doesn’t deserve a future,” she affirmed as she took his hand in hers. “You want to give me happiness but know that I want to give that to you too.”
His chest was beating as loud as a drum and he felt himself smiling like an idiot. The big questions about the future, what to do about what she saw in her visions and the possible end to humanity was still pending.
“What are we supposed to do? Where do we go from here?” he asked. “Do we just wait for the future to unfold as you’ve seen it? Do we do nothing?”
She squeezed his fingers. “No. We do our work, Mulder. The truth still lies in The X-files. Our answers are there.”
That was as good of a promise as he could hope for. He didn’t know if it meant she would be more easily convinced of what science had yet to explain or if his theories would be more readily accepted by her. He would be up for the challenge at the least.
Mulder kissed her with an open mouth and pulled her towards him to feel her body flush against his. They held each other on the bed until sleep took over.
*** *** ***
Sun broke through the clouds as the highway straightened out into a long stretch of open road. Abandoned cars littered the edge of the deep red road and Mulder turned the AC on to combat the warm air that was quickly filling the cabin.
Scully stirred next to him in the passenger seat and opened her eyes slowly as the sun stung their faces. They pulled down the visors simultaneously and there was a scoff from the back seat.
“What’s funny?” Mulder asked as he looked over his shoulder to the green eyes that mirrored his own. “Will?”
The sixteen-year-old boy with auburn hair and a sketchbook on his lap sighed. “You two are just so in sync sometimes it’s spooky.”
Now it was Scully’s turn to scoff. “Spooky, hey?”
She gave Mulder a grin and he reached over to her and gave her fingers a squeeze. Mulder shook his head and repeated the phrase that had been hurled at him so many times. He didn’t mind it coming from their son.
“Spooky,” he muttered. “So I gotta ask, Scully-”
“Yes?” she said with a drawn out leer that reminded him of the first time he vocally told her in plain English that he loved her. She scoffed at him then, too.
“Any regrets?” he questioned.
Scully looked over her shoulder to William in the backseat of the SUV they had driven from Great Falls, Montana, through Idaho and eventually into Utah.
Even after all they had tried to prevent, to push back against and to prevail, what they had continued to find was the truth in each other. And again with William, a boy who grew up with different parents and eventually would know them.
“I wouldn’t change a day,” she said with a grin.
Mulder could accept that.