If you're reading my collection of Short Tumblr Prompts on here you'll notice that this is the same as chapter 6. I just got really good feedback, so I decided to make it a two-parter. Hope you enjoy! The prompt was: pre-relationship (but almost there) msr on scully's couch getting a little touchy / frisky but not acknowledging it because they're both nervous that the other isn't ready to move forward with the relationship.

There were a lot of factors playing into how this situation managed to escalate.

- 2 cold agents seeking warmth.

- 1 large old blanket that needed to be shared.

- 3 movies into a marathon.

- 12 hours of a workday weighing down their inhibitions.

- 8 inches of a longstanding curiosity throbbing against her lower belly.

- 2 unconstrained breasts smashing into his chest, nipples straining.

Take 1 suggestion from Mulder to use his body as a pillow, marinate until they're melted together, laying flat on the expanse of the sofa.

Throw in a heaping spoonful of unrepentant sexual tension, and the results were Scully letting her full weight rest flush on top of Mulder's body while they both silently begged the other to make a move.

She could tell he was holding his breath in an attempt not to disturb her, because when he gave in the expansion of his chest lifted her whole body up lightly. Even though no one had touched the remote, the volume of the movie felt muted, as if even the sound particles had paused to see what would happen next.

His offering of his body as a pillow was innocent enough, she just scooted over to him, rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes in blissful contentment. She pretended not to notice the way he inhaled her hair at the crown of her head much in the same way he didn't comment on how her hand was idly tracing patterns on the fabric of his jeans.

What he did notice was her sleepy yawn, rectifying the issue by sliding his weight down the couch and tugging on her to follow. Retrospectively, she was the one who pushed it farther than they usually went, but it was a misunderstanding.

Instead of laying next to him so he could spoon her, she draped herself over him. It was when she rested her weight on her forearms that she looked down through the curtain of hair to see his face littered with surprise. She couldn't back down now, so she grabbed the blanket, draped it over herself, and covered his body with her own.

It pissed her off how natural it felt.

Her cold feet were right against his calves and she couldn't help but stroke them up and down his shins, stealing his warmth. She turned her head to the TV to watch the movie she couldn't care less about as she placed her hands on his chest. She could hear his heart beating rapidly against her ear and she hoped he couldn't feel her smile.

She was a little askew on him, so she moved herself by shifting on her waist. He gasped lightly and she felt what she'd assumed was his wallet turn into a full blown erection.

She could feel it pressing against her just as intensely as she felt his anticipation of her rejection. Her disgust. Her reprimand. All things he would never receive. To comfort him, she nuzzled her cheek against the warmth of his t-shirt and she silently rejoiced when his arms encircled around her back, underneath the blanket, underneath the thin material of her shirt, so that he could rub soothing circles into the flesh of her back.

This was a lot of touching. A lot for partners, a lot for friends, and a lot for two individuals who still blushed if their hands grazed each other while reaching for a file.

Nothing had ever felt so right.

She was so comfortable in his arms that she tried to burrow into him more, shifting her hips against his in a more than suggestive manner. In response, his hand dipped a little lower, coming to rest on her lower back just above her tattoo. His hand remained firm as he shifted his own weight, moving his hard on lower so that it was pressed firmly against her pubic mound.

She gasped and her hips bucked inadvertently against him, her body desperate for the contact it was always deprived of. There was no way for that last movement to be disguised as her adjusting to the position and they both stilled, waiting for the other to break the spell.

Her heart leapt in her chest when she felt his pinky exploratorily dip underneath the waistband of her pyjamas, touching the supple skin of her bare ass. He was making the first move. She didn't want him to think she was ungrateful or that she wanted him to stop so she unabashedly spread her legs a bit more so they came to rest on either side of his hipbones and so that she could press her throbbing sex fully on top of his. The movement made Mulder's hand slip into her pants fully as he palmed her ass in one hand, pressing her even harder against him. God, she'd never felt so good in her entire life.

DING-DONG

His hand shot out of her pants as she sat upright, inadvertently rocking her weight right on top of him. With hooded eyes she tried to make sense of the sound before realizing they'd ordered Chinese an hour ago. She also realized her lip hurt from biting it and her shirt was bunched up under her breasts.

She quickly pulled it down and moved her weight to her knees. "It's the delivery m-" the husky sentence died on her lips when she looked down to see Mulder staring at her with a look of pure, animalistic lust. His eyes were raking over her body with a black intensity and he looked like he wanted to ravish her. She was sure she looked about the same if the trail of arousal coating her inner thighs was any indicator.

She was getting frisky with Mulder on her sofa like a horny teenager.

The shock made her bolt off of him and she tried her hardest not to focus on the way his cock strained prominently against the front of his pants, which just so happened to have a wet spot on them. From him or her, she didn't know. What would have happened if the door bell hadn't rang?

"I-I'm sorry," she apologized, though she wasn't sure what for.

DING-DONG.

"I have to get that," she whispered while backing up.

When she came back, Mulder had rushed to the bathroom. The couch still indented from their heavy petting.