Responsibility
Summary: How does Scully react to the responsibility being taken out of her hands?
Spoilers: none
Timeline: If we're to believe that All Things was Mulder and Scully's first time, then I guess this story is set after the couch scene
Rating: Strong M
After years of relying on my own fingers to bring me pleasure, I don't quite remember how to respond to the responsibility being taken out of my hands, so to speak. Mulder is now 100% in control of my pleasure, and as the initial pain of penetration begins to wear off, I raise my head from the pillow to watch Mulder's penis pistoning in and out of my body. I don't know what to do with my hands. For years now at least one of them has been required to stimulate my clitoris during my masturbatory sessions, but my body has been bereft of penetration for so long and, I'm ashamed to say, Mulder and I have lusted after one another for so long, that I know immediately that I won't need clitoral stimulation in order to achieve an orgasm.
So I just lie here, briefly wondering how we got to where we are now - less than four minutes ago I was sitting on the edge of his bed, continuing our conversation from the couch, now I'm on my back, bared to him, his cock lodged inside me, his chest rubbing against my erect nipples.
Glad that, for once, I don't have to use my hands, but still unsure of how to react to this novel situation, I raise my hips and wrap my legs tightly around his waist. My arms follow suit, wrapping around his neck, until all I can do is cling to him and groan at the sensations coursing through my body. His thrusts are deliberate; he's pounding into me alright, but not fast and choppy, like a drunk teenager on prom night.
On each withdraw he moves slowly, removing his penis until just the tip remains inside. His penetrations are quick but smooth, burying himself to the hilt in one motion. When I wrap my legs around his waist the angle of penetration changes, and suddenly he's ramming my cervix with each thrust, a sensation I'm not sure I like or dislike. It's an odd feeling - sort of a cross between getting punched in the gut and needing to pee, neither pleasant nor unpleasant.
His shaft stimulates the underside of my clit with each thrust, and simultaneously slides against the nerve endings at the slick opening of my vagina, and I can feel my orgasm approaching faster than I anticipated. My walls begin to quiver in preparation and my stomach fills with butterflies. I can't stand the sensation and bury my head in my partner's sweaty chest, still gripping his body with my legs, arms, and internal muscles.
His thrusts speed up, and I can tell he's close; his breathing has become labored and his cock feels larger inside me.
I can't hold out any longer; my toes curl against his back and the tide of orgasm sweeps over me. I release a low, long groan against Mulder's chest, my body jerking with each contraction. Mulder continues pounding through my orgasm, until finally he presses his cock hard against my cervix and finds his release. The flood of warm semen filling me sets off another orgasm, and I shake once again, possibly groaning out words of love to my partner.
Mulder collapses into my four-limbed embrace and buries his nose in my hair. We stay like that, unmoving, for several minutes. When Mulder goes to get up, I hold him to me with my arms and legs, not wanting to release him yet.
"Scully, I need to get up." He whispers into my ear. I relinquish him, groaning as his deflated penis slides from my oversensitive vagina and is followed by a stream of thick semen, which makes a small pool on the sheet underneath me. My legs, which feel like jelly, are splayed open on the bed; I'm completely exposed to him, with both of our juices leaking out of me, and I should be getting embarrassed now that the sexual thrill is wearing off, but I'm too tired right now to care. "Be right back", Mulder mumbles before pulling the top sheet over me and leaving the room.
He returns, washcloth in hand, and removes the sheet. He wipes the semen from me, being meticulous, parting my lips and removing as much from my opening as possible. He ran the cloth under warm water before he came in, and the warmth feels good to soothe the ache that is already building in my vaginal opening. I always knew Mulder would be a thoughtful lover, and this confirms it. A real man cleans his woman up after sex.
"You're bleeding. Did I hurt you?"
I had no idea I was bleeding, but I'm not surprised. As I said earlier, it's been a long time.
"No, you didn't hurt me, it's just been a while." I mumble sleepily.
He finishes cleaning me up, wipes the semen from the sheet, and covers me again before leaving the room.
When he returns, I'm nearly in dreamland. He climbs into the other side of the bed, kisses me on the forehead, and turns out the light.