Disclaimers (and rat scene)in Chapter One. Prepare for straight MSR monkey-lovin'.
Mulder looked up to see her coming toward him with two hot cups of steaming liquid. He returned her smile as she bent to place them on the table in front of the couch. He tried VERY hard not to look into the V of her blouse as she did so. He was very proud of himself when she straightened up and he had seen nothing…except maybe a tiny sliver of lace peeking out.
DAMN. Where's that pillow I keep here? I don't want her to see me getting hard over some little glimpse of lace. Shit.
Scully found herself shaking her hair a little, to get it out of her face…a sensuous little movement she never allowed herself, but which felt so nice, coupled with the buzz from the ale. She licked her lips and settled herself on the couch beside Mulder, her thighs touching his.
She heard his quiet but sharp intake of breath as she sat down.
"Oh Mulder, I'm sorry…did I hurt you?" She turned to him and put her hand on his thigh, looking directly into his deep hazel eyes, immediately lost in their soft, intense depths.
"Uh no… well, yeah a little…ribs." He finished. Shit, can't even form a complete sentence. Try harder, ass hole.
"Thanks for the tea." Mulder said, trying very hard to ignore the little bolts of electricity that the touch of her leg against his was creating. His hands trembled just a little as he brought the hot liquid back to his lap and leaned against the back of the couch again.
"Sure. It's chamomile. It will help you relax so you can get a good night's sleep." Scully smiled and lowered her lips to her own cup and sipped carefully.
Mulder found himself staring at her plump little mouth pouting against the rim of his cup and blinked as he realized he was staring. He couldn't wait to use that cup for some future beverage, putting his lips where hers had been.
Shit. How pathetic is that? Maybe I should get her to go home before I do something REALLY stupid.
"Uh Scully… I'm fine. You don't have to stay… I mean… if you don't want to." He breathed and put his own cup to his lips.
Scully felt a little pang of hurt at his words, quickly squelched by the site of his sensuous lips wrapping themselves against the rim of his mug.
"No, Mulder. I think I should stay just a bit… help you get to sleep. I mean… make sure you're able to rest… ok." She stammered, feeling her face grow hot at the implications of what she had said.
Mulder swallowed a large gulp of hot tea too quickly and almost choked, hearing Scully say she wanted to "help him to get to sleep." He continued drinking the too-hot liquid as a cover for his adolescent reaction, feeling it burn his tongue and throat on the way down.
Damn how am I going to get through this night?
"Do you want to watch some TV?" said Scully, getting off the couch to look for the remote.
Oh shit. What video did I leave in the VCR? Mulder searched his brain, but it had been almost a week and he didn't have a clue. Scully already knew about his perverted little video habits. Still, he didn't know how she'd react given her recent experiences.
"Here let me look…" Mulder started to rise from the couch and Scully quickly turned around and placed both hands on his chest.
"Mulder! Sit down! You're hurt! I can find it, you just sit there!" She remained leaning over him, looking in his eyes with concern, her hands still resting on his chest until she was sure he wasn't going anywhere. She raised her eyebrows and looked him straight in the eye, letting him know she wasn't up for argument on this issue.
Mulder smiled and sank back against the couch awkwardly.
Get your hands off me woman I don't think I can handle this.
Scully reluctantly straightened up, letting her hands caress his chest for the tiniest moment as she removed them. She actually let a small, soft sigh leave her lips as she broke contact. The beer was making her feel a little bit fearless.
As Scully stood up, Mulder felt a tingle go through his entire body when her hands brushed his chest upon removal. He found that pillow he had been looking for and when she turned back to the TV, he leaned far over to the side, straining his bruised ribcage and grabbed it. He settled it on his lap, hoping that it looked like a logical rest for his cup of tea.
Scully found the remote control under some newspapers and started pushing buttons. She finally got the set to turn on, then she heard sound and turned back to the couch to settle in and look for something to watch. As she came around to sit next to Mulder, she saw that he wouldn't meet her eyes and was staring at a fascinating spot somewhere east of the couch. She looked at him in confusion, then turned and seated herself next to him, their legs once again touching almost all the way from thigh to calf, their upper arms warm against one another. Then she looked at the screen.
Aha. The source of Mulder's acute embarrassment. A decidedly interesting porno flick. A very red- haired woman was receiving oral administrations from a tall brown-haired young man. She was voicing her appreciation of his lingual talents quite openly. Scully giggled just the tiniest bit and handed the remote to Mulder. She felt a tingle start between her legs and shifted her thighs just a bit.
Sighing deeply, Mulder grabbed the remote and stabbed the Stop button savagely, effectively quieting the vociferous red-head on the screen. He stared at the remote as if it were the offending party in this mess.
"Scully. I'm sorry. I… uh…" Mulder didn't allow himself to meet her eyes. He didn't know how to finish his apology, either.
"Mulder, it's OK. It's not like you watching skin flicks is news to me, you know. Besides… I know they're not yours." She smiled merrily and very gently nudged his arm with her own, being extra careful not to hurt his injured shoulder or ribs.
Mulder sighed with relief and shifted a little uncomfortably at the touch of her arm against his, steadying his cup of chamomile and looking at the remote intently.
Scully noticed his uncomfortable reaction. "Oh Mulder, did I hurt you? I'm so sorry…" She turned and leaned into him, ever so gently inspecting the wound on his shoulder and touching the bandaged ribs beneath his T-shirt. He jumped at her touch.
"Maybe we should get you some more pain killers Mulder… you seem to be in a lot of misery tonight!" Scully started to rise to get his medication, but Mulder grabbed her arm and pulled her back down gently.
"No I'm fine, Scully. Really. I don't want to take anything." He turned his attention to the remote and began channel surfing through the television stations, looking for something distracting to take his mind off the fact that Scully's upper body had just pressed full length against arm, and the pillow under his chamomile tea was now balancing on something getting harder by the minute.
He settled on some old black and white movie, figuring it for a chick flick. He focused his attention on giving a shit what the overly dramatic woman was saying to the staccato-talking man and took another drink of his tea.
Scully smiled and sipped her own tea. She really didn't care for old black and white romantic movies, but she knew Mulder had chosen it to make her happy and that alone made it the best movie on. She wiggled in beside Mulder even closer and leaned back into the couch with a sigh. She was a bit sleepy from the beer and she let her head fall back against the cushion, eyes closed. She tilted her head from side to side, getting the kinks out, and moaned a little at the release of tension.
Mulder couldn't help but stare transfixed at her relaxed, beautiful face, her exposed, soft neck and her slightly parted lips. He felt waves of heat coming off that little body next to him and when she moaned, he felt an arrow of power go straight to his crotch. He stifled his own gasp as he tore his gaze away. He shifted in his place, trying to concentrate on the movie instead of the vision of Scully with her head thrown back.
Oh GOD this isn't fair this isn't fair she never does this what the fuck is going on?
Scully sighed and opened her eyes, turning her attention back to the screen.
Well, he's not taking the bait, is he? Although… She glanced down at his lap, where he still held the pillow in place, even though he had just swallowed the remainder of his tea in three large gulps. There might be something worthy of further investigation under that pillow of his. She smiled as she set her own mug of tea on the table and reached for Mulder's empty mug.
He tried to think of a rational protest as she took the mug out of his hands but nothing came to mind, so he numbly let her remove his only shield. He was going to leave the pillow on his lap under the pretense of just not thinking to move it, when he felt Scully's hand come to rest on top of it.
"MMmm Mulder, do you mind if I use your pillow? My head isn't quite high enough for this cushion and my neck is a bit sore." She acted innocent, while trying to keep her voice steady, her blood rushing in her ears.
"Uuhhhh… yeah sure. Here ya go." Mulder sounded pained as he handed her the pillow. He folded his hands on his lap in a characteristically UNMulder way as she used the pillow to settle herself against the couch. When she was pretty sure he was looking at the screen and not her, she stole a glance at his crotch.
MMm…yep, looks like something's going on down there. Hmmm…now how do we get to the root of the situation?
"Ooo…" Scully made a little pain sound and jerked her head to the side just a bit.
"What… what is it Scully?" Mulder's face held concern and fear… concern for her discomfort, fear that he might have to move his hands in order to help her.
"Just a real sore spot in the back of my neck. I can't quite reach it." Scully extended her arms over head, trying to rub the kink out of the back of her neck. Of course this motion made her breasts thrust forward and upward, which elicited a very satisfying little breathy sound from Mulder. He still wasn't making any moves to help, so she decided to get bold. "Do you think you could reach it, Mulder? Or would that hurt your sore arm?"
Mulder froze, caught between a warring complex of emotions. First, he wanted badly to have an excuse to touch Scully's neck and back. Second, he was terrified of giving away his obvious arousal, should he remove his folded hands from his lap. Third, he was afraid of what he might do if he actually made skin to skin contact with Scully, and Fourth, he didn't want to look like a wimp and have Scully think that a little pain in the shoulder was going to stop him from doing something as simple as a quick neck rub.
In the end, he sighed deeply and shifted his body so he was facing her.
"I'll take care of it." He said, his voice low and his eyes dark.
Scully's heart raced and she turned away from him, holding up her hair so that he could put his hands on her neck.
At the first touch of his fingers, she started and felt liquid surge from between her thighs. She let out a little whimper and closed her eyes to savor the sensation.
Mulder's hand was trembling as he reached out to touch the soft white skin of Scully's neck. When his fingers made contact and she started under him, he felt his hips twitch just a bit, moving him closer to the source of all the excitement. Feeling guilty as hell, he scooted just a little bit closer to her and began to knead her tight muscles with his nervous, twitching fingers.
"OOohhh yeah, that's it right there. RIGHT there Mulder. MMm…." Scully leaned back against his hands, pressing herself to him and rolling her head from side to side.
It was more than Mulder could take.
He let out a deep shuddering sigh and slid his hands over Scully's shoulders, pulling her body back against his and sinking his face into her hair.
"Mmmmmm…. God Scully, you feel so good…" Mulder was instantly lost in the sensation of her hair and her back against him.
Scully moaned and reached up to Mulder's hands, pulling them down over her shoulders, resting them just above her breasts. After all, she couldn't do everything for him.
Mulder moaned at the movement and his hands dropped down of their own volition and completely cupped both of Scully's breasts, squeezing and stroking. He nuzzled her hair back from her neck and lowered his lips to the side of her throat. He opened his mouth against her soft skin and let his tongue taste it.
God has anything ever tasted this good? Like velvet and rose petals and silk and…Scully.
Mulder had lost the ability to speak and his thumbs now brushed back and forth across Scully's nipples, creating little undulations and whimpers and gasps that nearly stopped his heart. He pulled her body back into his lap, ignoring the wincing pain in his shoulder, sliding his hands down her body to pull her hips firmly against his own. He groaned against her throat as her felt her soft little round ass come in contact with his fully aroused cock. He thrust his hips against her and lavished his tongue on her throat and collar bone, his thumbs tracing circles on her ass as his fingers pressed gently in on the front of her pelvis.
"MMMmmulder…" Scully leaned herself fully into him and tried to reach behind her to touch more of him. She sank her hands into his thick hair and moaned at the incredible sensation of having Mulder's fingers so near her center, feeling his hardness pressing insistently against her ass. "Mmmm…god yeah." She let her head fall back completely and grabbed his head and pulled it down to her own.
Their mouths met with a mutual groan and tongues swirled around each other and each sought to explore the other deeply and completely, taking turns plunging deeply and then licking lips and plunging deeply once again.
It was such sweet torture to have her back against Mulder instead of her front. Somehow it was more sexual and less warm… something she was really in the frame of mind for right now. She felt his hands coming together, closing in on her center, and bucked her hips up to meet them. She was wearing cotton slacks and the thin fabric seemed almost nonexistent as she felt his fingers begin to press and stroke her. She groaned up into Mulder's mouth and pressed herself up to meet his touch.
Mulder felt her moving against him and as his hands pressed in on her soft center he could tell even through the cotton of her slacks that she was already wet and ready. He pressed his cock against her, hard, and moaned into her mouth. "God…Scully… so good… MMm…" He was afraid that if he didn't get her turned around, he was going come right here, rubbing against her ass. That isn't what he wanted.
Scully felt his mouth leave hers and fasten in on her neck and shoulder area once again, as his hands rubbed deeper and more quickly between her thighs. She was raising her pelvis to press herself against Mulder's hands, then lowering herself to press her ass against his hard cock. God she wasn't going to last much longer… and she didn't want to come facing away from him. She wanted to come with him inside her. Just thinking of that scenario almost sent her over the edge, and she jerked her hips to a halt and grabbed his hands roughly.
Mulder made a disappointed, surprised sound as Scully arrested his hands. He raised his lips from her shoulder and she quickly turned herself around on the couch so she was facing him.
Their eyes met, for the first time sharing their desire in that special form of wordless communication they always shared. The power of that energy flowing between their gazes was enough to bring them both off, but they each held off, drinking the site of the other, boundaries down, hearts open.
Scully broke the gaze. "Mulder, I want you so bad… but I'm afraid… I'm not sure how to continue this without hurting you." Her face, while flushed with desire, was also concerned.
Mulder closed his eyes as he realized she was right… if she got on top of him, his ribs would be in agony, and he was pretty sure he couldn't support himself on top of her with his bad shoulder and sore ribs. He was nearly insane with arousal and frustration when he felt Scully get up from the couch. He opened his eyes and watched as she pulled her sweater up over her head, unclipped her bra and let it fall, then proceeded to very quickly unzip and step out of her slacks. When she bent to pull off her panties, the excitement became painful for him and he moaned, "Scully…" but didn't know what to do.
Then he watched as she got down on the rug on his floor on her hands and knees. She turned her head and gave him the hottest look he'd ever seen his life. There was that unspoken communication again. FUCK he sure got that message loud and clear. Mulder groaned and leapt off the couch, ripping his shirt off over his head OWFUCK and then fumbling to unzip and shed his jeans and underwear.
He was shaking and moaning as he kneeled behind her. He reached out and smoothed his hands over her two perfect buttocks, and he bent and traced tiny circles with his tongue.
Scully moaned and backed up against him insistently. "Now Mulder… God don't make me wait!"
He didn't need to be told twice. He took his throbbing erection in hand and slid it over her hot, wet folds, wincing at the thunderbolts of pleasure that shot through his body. He pressed the tip of himself just inside her and she moaned loudly and pressed back, driving him more deeply into her body. "Ooohhhh Mulder… Oh God don't tease… I need this!"
Mulder nearly came from the feeling of having her force him deeper inside but he was determined to hear Scully come calling his name first. Steeling himself against the intense sensation he continued to push himself in, a little at a time, pushing in, then drawing back just a little, then pushing deeper, then drawing back just a little, then finally pushing ALL the way in with a shuddering groan and bending over her small, trembling body. "Ohhhh… gaw… Scull…" He lost the capacity for words.
"Uhhhhmmmm Mulder… oh God…Oh yeah…." Scully started to move against him but Mulder gripped her hips hard with his hands.
"NNnoo not yet… wait… wanna hear you come…" Mulder moved his hands from her hips down around in front, and began to press gently on her clit as he pulled slowly out of her and pushed back in.
"Uhhhh… Uh yeah… Mulder… Oh God… yeah… Oh I'm gonna come…" Scully tossed her head back and moved against Mulder's hips, the attention his fingers were giving her clit bringing her quickly to a place of no return.
Scully writhed against Mulder, yelling his name like a mantra, "Muldermuldermulder muldermulder" then suddenly her body began to buck and shake and she screamed "Oh GOD MULDER OH GOD OH MULDER!" and slammed her ass back against his hips, her ass checks being bruised by his pelvic bones. She slid herself back and forth on Mulder's cock until the clenching and spasming had subsided to a manageable level, and took a deep shuddering breath. "COME, Mulder… now, for me."
Scully's words gave Mulder the permission he needed and he grabbed her hips with both hands and thrust deeply and violently into her over and over, shooting his seed deep inside her and yelling with the intensity of the sensation of his orgasm. "OH God Scuh Scuh Scuh…Scullllleeeeeeeeee…" He voice broke on her name and he let go of her hips, falling forward on top of her body, but still supporting himself with tensed stomach and thigh muscles.
"MMMMmmmulder…" Scully moaned as she curled her body forward to rest her chest on her arms.
"I love it when you say my name like that Scully." Mulder gasped, catching his breath, still deep inside Scully.
"MMmmmulder…" Scully said again, this time especially for Mulder, who smiled at the sound it.
When he pulled away from her, the sensation was pain and pleasure and emptiness all at the same time and she whimpered. Then she stretched out on the rug and felt him lower his body down along her back, their bodies touching each other from shoulder to ankle. Mulder reached around and wrapped his arms around Scully, who sighed and snuggled backward against his body and held his arms with her own.
Had anything ever felt this good? Would anything else ever feel this good? She didn't know, but she was damn sure going to make sure this wasn't the last time she felt like this.
She felt herself falling asleep and heard Mulder's breathing settle into a rhythm as well.
"Mulder… you do have a bed, don't you?" Scully asked, suddenly aware of just how uncomfortable it was on the floor. Then she remembered Mulder was still in recovery, and forced herself to scoot away from him and raise up on her knees. "Come on Mulder… you need a bed." She stood up and reached down for his hand.
He lay there, looking up at his Scully, naked and sweaty, hair messed and makeup smeared, and thought his heart would burst from the vision. He smiled what he knew was his most goofy-looking smile and reached up for her hand. She carefully helped him stand up and he wrapped his arms around her as she led him to his bedroom.
She pressed him down on the bed and crawled in over him, adjusting him in the pillows and pulling the blankets up. He let her do all this even though he was perfectly capable of doing it for himself. After all, if he could fuck doggy-style on his living room rug, he could certainly arrange some pillows. He just grinned happily and let her pamper him.
Once she was satisfied with his condition she snuggled in next to him carefully, draping one small white arm across his chest.
He sighed and let his mind and body relax against the soft pillows Scully had surrounded him with. Was this heaven? If not, he didn't want any part of heaven. He just wanted to stay right here.
"Scully?" He said quietly, not sure if she was awake or asleep.
"MMm… yeah Mulder?" she said against his chest.
"I'm in love with you." Mulder said, then was silent.
"MMMMmmulder. I love you too." Scully kissed his chest then closed her eyes.
Mulder grinned in the dark. He was NEVER going to get tired of hearing his name said that way. Never.
Finis
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