Mulder watched Scully from the doorway of the bathroom. She had been looking for a spare toothbrush she thought she had left there. Unsuccessful in her search, she stood from her crouched position, letting her head droop, chin to her chest. She reached back and rubbed her neck, sighing at the tightness she felt there.

She was unaware that Mulder had been watching her until she felt his hand move her own aside and massage lightly at the base of her skull.

"Stiff neck?"

"Yeah, I must've slept wrong. Or maybe we need a new mattress."

"We?"

She jerked her head up to look at him in the mirror and winced at the pain the movement caused. He was smiling, and Scully relaxed when she saw he was only teasing her. He moved directly behind her and started massaging her shoulders with both hands.

"That place have a bed with Magic Fingers or what?"

"No, but it was a good mattress. Organic. Firm." She leaned back into him.

"Ah," he said, "just like me." He pressed into her, and she felt the hard ridge of his erection against her backside.

"Feels good. Feels organic," she replied. Scully went to turn to him—eager to continue their flirtation—but a sharp pang stopped her. "Ow!"

He chuckled, and put a little distance between their bodies. "Easy there, Scully." Mulder kept rubbing her neck, working his thumbs into the knots he could feel. She sighed, frustratingly. "Let's just take care of this. We can worry about my organic, firm cock later."

"But I want it now," she whined, adorably.

"Come on, Veruca," he said, guiding her to the bed. "Sit down, cross-legged." She obeyed and he crawled up behind her, flanking her body with his outstretched legs. "I'll be your own personal massager."

That got a giggle out of her. He started working her lower back, kneading the tight oblique muscles.

"I know we're lacking in modern amenities here, but I'll try to make up for it."

She smiled, touched by his sweet sentiment. "I was getting tired of that SmartHouse anyway."

He scoffed. "SmartHouse. That house was fucking dumb."

Scully laughed.

"Why'd you move there?"

"I wasn't ready to re-up the lease at my apartment. It had to be for a year, and I was hoping I wouldn't be needing my own place for that long."

Now Mulder smiled.

"But how did you find that place," Mulder asked, ever curious about their time apart. "Or did it find you?" he added, ominously.

"A guy I worked with at the hospital, Scott-"

"Scott?"

"His boyfriend owns the house. They were moving in together, into Scott's place. Scott didn't like all the technology. They let me stay there before they put it on the market."

"Oops. Tough sell now."

"Yeah," Scully said, and it turned into a moan. Mulder had found a lump by her shoulder blade and was pressing into it. "Ooooh my God."

He started to get hard again from the sounds she was making. He shifted back a little and cleared his throat as he tried to concentrate on working out her tension.

"Ah, right there," she hissed as his thumb glided over the hard nodule of pain. The pressure was excruciating, but it also felt pleasurable. "Uuuunghhh," Scully wailed when he pushed in deeper. She tried to let out slow measured breaths to get through the pain, but then she started laughing. He kept up his strong caress as her shoulders shook with laughter. "I'm sorry, Mulder. It sounds like sex noises."

"Yes, it does."

She continued to laugh until he hit another knot. "Aaahh!" she shrieked, and then exhaled a heavy, throaty sigh which turned into a cackle. Scully alternated between cries of agony and pleasure and fits of giggles.

Amused and aroused, Mulder forged ahead, determined to relieve her of this discomfort even at the risk of his own. He had something stiff that could use some rubbing right about now, but he remained single-minded in his motives.

Finally, he felt the tightness in her shoulders lessen, and she had calmed her erratic reactions. She hummed appreciatively and leaned to rest against his back, signaling that he could stop. Mulder wrapped his arms around her, hugging her closer.

"Thank you, Mulder. That was amazing." She turned her head from side to side—her neck much looser, but there was still a bit of soreness.

"As good as your electric one?"

"Yeah, I didn't use that for massages."

"Oh really?" Mulder said, feigning shock. "What did you use it for then, Miss Scully?"

She took his hand and guided it down between her legs. He could feel the heat of her core through the thin fabric of her leggings. She pressed down on his hand and they rubbed her until she got wet, moisture seeping through both her underwear and pants. He massaged her chest with his other hand, brushing over her hardened nipples.

Scully moaned, and began to grind her pelvis into their hands—she was getting quite worked up. Mulder, who had been erect the entire time, was worked up, too. He moved from behind her, and she fell back as he climbed on top of her, pressing his straining member against her cunt. He lifted her t-shirt up to expose her bare breasts and descended on them with his hot mouth. Scully writhed beneath him, mewling and panting.

After a thorough oral massage of her tits, Mulder licked and nipped his way down her flat stomach. He hooked his fingers into the elastic band of her pants and peeled them off, following with her panties. Dragging his tongue along the creases of her inner thighs, he looked up at her. He couldn't see her face past her heaving breasts. Her nipples taunted him, glistening with his saliva and perked up enticingly. He almost went back up to have another taste, but then the sweet, briny scent of her sex brought back his focus.

He lapped at her swollen, wet folds. "Sorry I don't vibrate," he said between broad passes over her slit with his tongue.

"I don't need that," she breathed. "Just you. Fuuuuck." He had sucked her clit between his lips. She brought her hands to his head to hold him there, fingernails scratching at his scalp. He kept nibbling at her clit and then started to hum, sending an aural vibration through her.

"Oh!" she yelped at the sensation. The steady murmur against her bundle of nerves created a buzz inside her—the feeling of euphoria flooding in her belly. "Aahhh, don't stop."

And he didn't—not through all the squirming and the jerking of her hips as she came; not until she pushed his head away with her last bit of strength.

Her body was still thrumming through the last ripples of ecstasy when he entered her, his cock as throbbing and sensitive as her ravaged clit. She cried out, the feeling of being completely filled by him sparking another rapturous jolt through her core. Mulder pumped into her vigorously but was careful not to jar her or agitate her convalescing muscles. What kind of a masseuse would he be if he fucked back the crick in her neck?

As she rolled into another orgasm, Mulder's balls seized up and he came hard, emptying into her quivering pussy. He collapsed down beside her, and they both laid there in sweaty, sated heaps.

"Who needs a vibrator when I've got the Fox Mulder 6000," Scully said, turning toward him and draping her leg over his.

"And I don't even need batteries," he added, pulling her into a kiss.