Written for peacenik0 for the 2019 X-Files Valentine Fanfic Exchange
While he hated these out-of-town cases that simply involved him and Scully asking to see receipts for manure and reporting to the IRS, he couldn't help but enjoy the one on one time he got to spend with her. Not that he didn't before, but it was easier for them to relax on these cases when their days didn't involve chasing monsters. They were still doing everything they could to get the X-Files back, but right now that meant grinning and bearing this menial, literal, shit work. It was only made bearable by their after-inspection dinners and movie marathons in motel rooms.
Which was probably why he was so miserable right now.
They were assigned to inspect a field just outside Des Moines, and everything had been normal and routine until they went to check in to their motel room.
"I'm sorry, it looks like we don't have a confirmation under that name," the teenage motel clerk shrugged uncaringly.
"It was arranged by the FBI, maybe it-" Mulder tried, not wanting to turn and see the look of irritation he knew Scully was giving him.
The kid cut him off before he could finish. "I'm sorry. There is no reservation."
"Can we make one?" Scully's voice rang out.
"I'm afraid we only have one room left."
He was about to say they'd just try a different motel when Scully took him by surprise and accepted the offer. He was glad she did too, because she couldn't blame him for the situation when they walked into the motel room and saw there was just one queen mattress in the middle of the already too small room. Mulder looked at her to gauge her reaction and was surprised to see the last millisecond of a grin grace her face before she feigned indifference and said she wanted the side by the window.
He couldn't get that little grin he saw out of his mind. Scully from seven years ago would have flat out walked back to the motel lobby and demanded they find another room. Hell, the Scully from even two years ago would have given him tips on how to avoid back pain while she threw his pillow to the floor. But this Scully seemed...eager? He remembered last time they had to share a bed he didn't sleep for the entire night; either too nervous about making her uncomfortable or too distracted by watching her sleep to get more than a few fleeting moments of shut eye. Yet he wasn't even tired the next day, too excited at the prospect of saying he successfully shared a bed with Scully to be concerned about exhaustion.
He'd been so excited to spend the night with her in this little fifteen by fifteen foot room that, when she ran into an old friend unexpectedly in a nearby grocery store and promised to have dinner with her, he couldn't keep the disappointment off his face. He sat on the bed watching a rerun ofThe Twilight Zone as she put on a little more makeup than normal in the bathroom mirror and told him not to wait up for her. Advice he didn't even entertain for a moment.
So now he was just sitting on their shared bed sulking that she wasn't with him. There wasn't exactly much to do in Iowa on a Tuesday night. It was only eleven and he'd already exhausted all his usual methods of self-entertainment. He'd watched a movie, masturbated to the thought of her skirt and blouse combo she'd left in, went for a run, took a shower, and now he was just laying on the bed and staring at the indentations on the popcorn ceiling.
The trill of his cellphone had him stretching over to the nightstand, sitting up a bit more intently when he saw SCULLY reflected in black lettering against the green backdrop.
"Hey Sculls, how's it going?" he asked, laying back down.
His ears perked up when, instead of an answer, he just heard girlish giggling on the other end. "Hello?" he repeated.
"Is this Mulder? Dana's Mulder?" A not-Scully voice slurred on the other end.
By nature, concern started blossoming in his chest, "I am, yes. Is this Karen?" he asked. He remembered faintly that was the name of the woman Scully was going out with, an old friend from med school.
"Y-yeah," she answered to him before seemingly talking to someone else, "Yeah, I called him." He wondered if he was talking to Scully before she returned to him. "Can you come pick us up?" she asked.
"You and Scully?" he asked, already pulling up a pair of jeans while he held his phone with his cheek and shoulder.
"Hi Mulder!" he heard Scully's voice shout out. He realized in excitement that his partner sounded trashed. Dana Katherine Scully was drunk and suddenly he couldn't get dressed fast enough.
"Mhm, we're at a bar called Lucky Lou's," she answered, giggling at something.
She gave him a few brief instructions and within a few minutes of hanging up he was on the road. In all their years of partnership and friendship he'd never ever seen Scully drunk. He'd seen her after a glass of wine or two, flush faced, smirking, a little more touchy than usual, but it never went beyond that. He'd be lying if he didn't say the thought of seeing his usually reserved partner completely inebriated thrilled him. It was all he could think about as he sped over to her.
He walked into the aforementioned bar less than ten minutes after getting the phone call, and found Scully almost instantaneously. He seemed to have a knack for that, and he always wondered if it was all those I Spy games he did growing up or if it was from years of looking at her. He'd blame it on the former though he knew it was the latter.
She looked the same as she had when she'd left earlier, only a few more buttons were undone on her blouse, revealing the milky sides of her breasts and teasing the cups of her bra. Her hair seemed different too, a little more tousled and mussed than usual. He didn't have much longer to give her a visual inventory before her eyes locked onto his. He also didn't have a second to question if she actually was drunk because the glossy, unfocused look in her eyes was answer enough. Even if it hadn't been, the accompanied squeal of "Muhlder!" followed by her throwing herself on him in a hug solidified it.
He lightly brought his hands up and placed them on her back. "Hello to you too, Scully," he laughed.
She kept her arms around his neck, but took a step back so she could look up at him with a beaming smile. His heart felt like it was in a vice when she stared up at him in adoration. He couldn't ever remember seeing her so carefree or happy and it was almost overwhelming to know he was the cause of it. "You came!"
Goosebumps broke out all over his body as he felt her playing with the fine hair at the base of his skull, raking her nails against his scalp soothingly. "Of course," he replied, pulled away at the sound of her friend approaching them.
As he glanced over to see the brunette stumbling towards them, he caught sight of a man in the corner with his eyes trained on Scully. Before he could give it much thought, he was pulled back by Scully sinking back down to the ground and sliding her hands down to his chest. "Is it o-okay if we bring Karen home?" she slurred adorably.
"Absolutely. Nice to see you again," he told the also-giggly woman, offering an arm to each of them since they both seemed a little unsteady on their feet.
"Thanks for comin'," Karen hiccuped.
"How much did you guys have to drink?" he asked, not caring to hide his smile.
"Umm," Scully drew out comically.
"Well we had a few long islands," her friend piped up.
"A few?" he asked in surprise.
"And those shots of Jager," Scully added.
"And that guy bought a round of beers when the Cardinals won," Karen replied.
"Was that before or after the Cranberry Vodkas?"
"Oh my god," Mulder laughed. No wonder they were so out of it. He was surprised they could even stand.
"Hey, we're Irish," Scully uncharacteristically giggled in defense as she whipped the passenger door open with unneeded force.
He helped ease her friend in before getting into the car himself. He asked for her address and a few rudimentary directions later, they were on there way. Luckily it was only a few minutes out and he'd be able to get back to the motel relatively soon. Scully shifted with the radio for a few moments before finding an old rock station that suited her tastes, gently humming along in her endearingly off-key way until a voice from behind interrupted.
"D-Dana, you were so right," her all-too open friend confided, drawing out the 'so' for far longer than necessary to emphasize her point.
" 'bout what?" Scully asked, lazily trying to look at her.
"Your partner really is sex personified," she slurred, and he felt her hit the back of his seat to make sure Scully knew who she was talking about. He felt his face grow hot at this information he was sure he hadn't been meant to hear. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that Scully went around gossiping that she thought he was attractive. Sex personified.
Scully gasped and whirled around to face her fully, ignoring how the seatbelt was digging into her skin. "Shhh, he's right there," she whispered poorly, as if herself forgetting that he was right there.
"I mean-I'm jus' sayin' it makes total sense why you'd wanna f-"
"Karen!" Scully screamed in his ear, cutting off the sentence Mulder'd give anything to hear the end of. Then, in as comprised of a manner as she could manage at this time, she turned to him and calmly stated, "She's confused."
He bit back his smile and nodded at the severity of her tone, not wanting her to think he was laughing at her, even though he definitely was. "Oh I imagine that many drinks may cause a little more than confusion."
"Mhm," Scully nodded firmly.
"Are you both comfortable? Do either of you need anything?" he asked, remembering that car rides sometimes weren't the best for the inebriated and he'd rather not spend the night cleaning vomit out of the upholstery.
"Wow," Karen exhaled, falling back into her seat to emphasize her disbelief. "You didn' tell me he was such a gen-gentleman. What a nice change from the guy hittin' on you earlier," she giggled.
Mulder's initial response to the compliment was overshadowed by his still lingering concern. "The guy earlier?" he asked, turning to Scully to gauge a reaction, but receiving a dismissive eye roll instead.
"It was nothing," she exclaimed, flapping her hand in the air.
"Nothing?" Karen piped up. "I wouldn' call having my ass grabbed nothing."
"Someone touched you?" he balked, gripping the wheel with unnecessary force.
"He was tryin' to take her home before I called you."
He suddenly remembered the man at the bar who'd been leering at Scully when he'd gotten there. "What else did he do?" he asked, turning to Scully who still looked like she couldn't care less about this conversation.
"Nothing," Scully whined. "He just told me I was hot."
"Then she told him she had a husband, but not before he kissed her."
"He kissed you?" he exclaimed, raising his voice and half contemplating turning around to go back to the bar and finding this guy.
"It doesn't matter, when I told him my husband was comin' to pick me up he left," she explained with a coy smile.
"Was that before or after he grabbed you?" Mulder asked, not really thinking it made a difference aside from the fact he wanted to know.
"Before, but then you came," she beamed, hugging his arm and placing a kiss to his bicep as if he was actually the husband she passed him off as. While he felt disgusted and angered that someone was trying to take advantage of her while she clearly couldn't consent, there was really nothing he could do about it now. Looking down he saw Scully resting her head on his arm with a lazy grin and he decided it was probably better to just drop it.
"Are you okay?" he asked, making sure before he let it go.
"He just annoyed me, nothin' bad. I knew you were coming so I knew I'd be fine," she murmured, nuzzling him slightly. The sentiment made him blush and he decided he liked cuddly-drunk Scully.
"What street did you say to turn on?" he asked when he started to get to the end of her instructions.
"Oh, umm…" she paused, "Right here." Mulder quickly turned with barely any notice and pulled onto a dim road, following her haphazard pointing until he was in her driveway.
"Do you need any help getting in?" he asked, already preparing to take off his seatbelt.
"No, no, thank you. My own husband is up there waiting." Sure enough, when Mulder looked, he saw a man standing on the porch to meet her. "Night Night Dana!" she exclaimed before slamming the door shut and, for the first time that night, leaving him alone with Scully.
He didn't pull out until she was safe in the house, and then he made his way back to the main road. "She seemed nice," he said, breaking the silence.
"Mhm, I forgot how much she likes to drink," she slurred, kicking off her heels carelessly.
He couldn't help but let his curiosity get the best of him, figuring if she remembered him asking in the morning she'd be too embarrassed to call him out. "Did you actually tell her I was your husband?"
She let out a little pfft sound and explained, "Well, I mean, you practically are." She let her hands flop in front of her as if to emphasize the 'fact' she was saying.
"Oh really?" he prompted with a grin.
"Well, I mean, we do all sortsa stuff together. An' we're so close, we don' do all the fun stuff, but we do everything else that married couples do." She paused for a moment then leaned a little closer to him, analyzing something he wasn't sure of. "Does that make you uncomfortable?"
"No, not at all. Just surprised," he told her honestly.
"I'd just called you my partner until that guy was being weird. Then it just came out," she said while playing with the hem of her skirt, revealing a bit more of her creamy thigh than he was used to.
Not wanting to rehash something that might upset her, he changed the subject. "Aside from being harassed by that guy, did you have a good night with your friend?" he asked.
"Yeah," she answered with hesitation, shrugging her shoulders.
"Yeah?" he mimicked unconvinced.
"I missed you," she admitted in a quiet voice as she fiddled with her thumbs.
"I missed you too," he smiled.
She grabbed the console in between then and lifted herself up so she was sitting rather than slouching in the seat. "I like hanging out with you, an-and I feel like I took that away tonight. The 'hole time I was jus' thinking of you," she revealed as if she was mad at herself.
"It's okay, Scully," he soothed comfortingly. "I like hanging out with you too. We get to hang out all the time though, you never get to see your friend. I bet she enjoyed being able to catch up with you."
"You're right," she said, and he wished more than anything he had recorded that moment because he was sure it was one of the only times in his life he'd ever hear Dana Scully say that.
"We can hang out tomorrow," he offered.
With sudden enthusiasm "I know something we could do tonight."
He laughed at the excitement in her tone and indulged her, "Oh really? What?"
"Have you ever gotten road head, Mulder?" she asked suddenly, making his brain short-circuit at the knowledge she even knew what that was, let alone that she was asking him about it right now.
"W-what?" he squeaked.
His distress seemed to amuse her because she leaned closer to him. She put her hand on his upper thigh and he could feel all five digits burning through the fabric. "Road head? Ya know? Getting a blowjob while driving?" As the questioning progressed, so did her hand's progression to the front of his pants. It was so distracting, he didn't notice the speed bump until it was the catalyst for Scully's hand to hit its intended mark, making him groan loudly and shoot one hand down to grab her wrist.
"Um, no," he strained, taking her hand off his crotch and placing it on her lap.
He stared straight ahead at the expanse of highway and silently tried to calculate how long it'd take until they reached the motel and not focus on the fact that Scully'd just touched his penis. He started in his seat when he felt her chin rest on his arm as she poorly-whispered in a husky voice that he knew would haunt his dreams, "Want to?" She placed her hand on his chest and was slowly rubbing it down towards the front of his pants and stroking the bulge that was rowing from her attention.
He gasped and tucked his hips in towards the seat and away from her hand. "Scully," he warned lamely. It was hard to sound stern when your voice cracked.
"Come on," she prompted with a breathy whine, tucking her fingers in between his legs to rub circles onto his inner thigh.
He felt his erection growing uncomfortably hard, uncomfortably fast, and he knew he had to stop this soon. "Scully, you're drunk," he stated, shucking her hand away.
"So?" she pouted. Luckily for him, she sank back in her seat instead of pressing forward again. "What's the saying? The drunk mouth speaks the truths of the sober heart?"
"I think you just made that up."
"But it sounds real doesn't it?" she laughed.
Before he could formulate a response, the neon blue sign became visible in the distance. Thank god, he thought to himself. "He we're almost there," he told her, hoping the prospect of sleep would appeal to her drunken sensibilities.
"Thank god," she groaned and he felt himself calming down. It'd all get easier from here. He'd get her in her room, he'd leave the adjoining door open so he could make sure she didn't try to leave or accidentally hurt herself, and he'd-
Fuck.
In his distraction over dealing with drunk Scully, he completely and utterly forgot about the room situation. On a normal basis the sleeping arrangement made him nervous, and that was with a completely sober Scully who kept her hands to herself. Now he had a completely wasted Scully who was looking at him with bedroom eyes while licking her lips. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
He pulled into the parking space in front of their room and reluctantly turned off the car. He tentatively glanced into the back seat and tried to imagine how uncomfortable it would be if he curled up and slept there. The thought died as soon as Scully opened her door and all but fell onto the gravel. There was no way he could leave her to her own devices in this state.
"Shit, Scully. Are you alright?" he called out, hastily unfastening his seatbelt and running around to the other side of the car.
She'd rolled over onto her back and was giggling up at him, completely unaffected by her tumble. "Muller, the world's spinning," she laughed.
"Let's get you inside, okay?" he said gently, bending down and wrapping his arms around her in an effort to haul her up. It surprised him all the time just how light she was. To him she was the embodiment of strength, yet realistically he could pick her up and hoist her over his shoulder with ease. Which, honestly, he wasn't far off from doing. He couldn't tell if she was just that far gone or if she genuinely was having a hard time walking. All he did know was that she seemed to be relying on him to carry most of her body weight.
With some struggle, he was able to half-walk, half-carry her to the door. While they were both inside and he was trying to lock the deadbolt, he felt her arms slip around his middle as she nuzzled her face in between his shoulder blades. Apparently the affection had followed her in and she wasn't going to let up. "Alone at last," she slurred.
He turned around nervously, avoiding the sensation of her breasts rubbing against him as he did so. God, she's stunning. It was like a constant mantra in his head as he looked at her, much closer and much more intimately than he was used to. If it wasn't for the devious gleam in her eye, she'd look serene and peaceful. Mulder cleared his throat nervously and tried to pry her arms away. "I think we should try to get you to bed." She smiled and went to respond but he beat her to it, "To sleep."
The smile turned comically into a pout and her hands slid their way back up to intertwined around the back of his neck. "I'm not tired."
"I think you are," he responded lamely, just trying to ignore how flush her body was to his in this moment. He was sure if she focused she'd be able to feel his heart beating rapidly against her chest.
"Mulder," she sighed, looking almost dejected. "How long are you going to make me wait?"
He wasn't sure what she meant by that, but he wasn't sure this was the best time for him to find out. With a significant lack of grace, he detangled himself from her arms and walked over to the bed. "Let's get your pyjamas, okay?"
"Wait!" she exclaimed, making him stop and turn around.
He stared at her for a moment as she haphazardly grabbed at her abdomen, and he wasn't sure what she was doing until she started pulling at her shirt. "I need to get this off first."
He averted his eyes as soon as the hem of her shirt slipped out the top of her skirt and he looked around at the floor for her purple duffle bag. "Okay, you do that while I find your clothes."
His attempt to ignore her disrobing process was cut short when he heard something slam against the wall. Looking up, he realized it was her hip falling against the nightstand. "Whoa, Scully. You okay?" he asked in concern.
"Help me," she demanded in a defeated whine, clearly displeased at not being able to do this herself.
He chastised himself for how absolutely and completely nervous this prospect made him, but he pushed down the feeling and walked around so that he was closer to her. "What do you need help with?"
"Can you undo these?" she asked, lazily grabbing at the buttons of her shirt.
His mouth dropped open to respond, but instead he just weakly nodded and brought shaky hands up to the middle of her shirt, right in between the valley of her breasts. How many times had he imagined this? He could smell her perfume radiating off her as she swayed lightly in place. Her shirt was warm from her skin and he couldn't help but stroke his thumb tenderly across it as he tried to distract himself from the delicate, ivory skin being revealed to him. She was so beautiful it made his breath catch in his throat.
When the last button was done, he went to back up, but was stopped by her placing a hand on his shoulder. "An' my skirt," she requested.
He placed his fingers underneath the hem at her sides, but she shook her head. He took that as a sign she had a zipper that needed to be undone, and with a sigh he felt around her sides. During this, she'd taken the initiative to walk a little closer into his arms, so much so that her body heat was practically radiating onto his skin and he felt like he was holding a flame. Her hair grazed against his chin and he could feel her breath coming out in small pants onto his collarbone. He needed to find this damn zipper before she felt his erection stab her abdomen.
He slid his hands under her shirt and felt the back of her skirt, relieved when he felt his fingers graze the metal of her zipper. In the process of doing this, her shirt slid off her shoulders, revealing her smooth, freckled shoulders. The only thing holding her shirt up was his forearms, but when he unzipped her skirt and helped it fall to the floor as she stepped out of it, she was left in just her matching bra and underwear.
A flush had spread across her chest and her cheeks and he wasn't sure if he could even blame it on the alcohol. "Can you take over from here?" he asked, hoping she wouldn't notice the strain in his voice or his pants.
"I suppose," she sighed dramatically. However, instead of moving to take off any of her clothes, she turned around and crawled onto the bed. In doing so, Mulder got a full view of her sensually leaning over and an even better view of her voluptuous ass as it swayed back and forth while she crawled to the middle.
Then she plopped down on her back, looking at him through her parted thighs, and patted a spot on the bed next to her. "Come 'ere."
His body ached to do just that, the desire almost like a magnetic pull, but he resisted. Instead, shaking his head and moving around to the other side of the bed where he had been earlier.
He felt her burning a hole in his side with the intensity of her gaze, but he resisted looking over at her. Through his periphery though, he saw her scoot up so that she was closer to him and sitting with her ass on the backs of her calves.
"Wha's that feel like?" she slurred, swaying lightly on the bed as she tried to sit still.
For being so drunk, her mind was working a mile a minute and he couldn't keep up. "What's what feel like?"
"That!" she exclaimed, extending her index finger out exaggeratedly with a raised arm. He followed her directions and his mortification only continued when he realized she was pointing straight at his persistent erection. His mouth dropped open to explain himself, but he hadn't thought of the words yet so it just resulted in his gaping and stammering like the fool he felt.
Scully didn't seem to be focusing on that though. Instead, she was staring intently at the tent in his pants before boldly leaning forward and grasping it in her lithe, albeit clumsy, hand. Her touch felt just as electric as the first time, and he felt himself biting harshly down on his bottom lip to avoid giving her any more affirmation than the twitch of his cock in her hand.
Unfortunately that was enough to send her into a fit of giggles as she started palming his length in her hand. God, it felt incredible. "You moved," she teased with a breathy chuckle, giving him a firm squeeze as if to provoke the response again. "I know why, the blood buildin' up in both the cy-cylindrical chambers," she recited, stroking her thumb in a line with a clear understanding of the part of his anatomy that was currently taking his away ability to understand anything that wasn't how good he felt in her hand. How much he'd always wanted to-
"No," he panted, grabbing her wrist and pulling himself from her hold. He tasted blood and he realized it was coming from the incisor imprint on his swollen lip. It was as if the suddenness of his movement took a moment to catch up with her and she lazily took her eyes off his now throbbing hard on and looked up at him with those big blue eyes, her dark makeup only serving to make them even more piercing than normal. A confused expression littered her face and she pouted her lip comically in offense. It crossed his mind that in this moment she looked, and she'd kill him if she even knew he thought it, she looked cute.
"It's jus' human anatomy, Muller," she whined as her wrist pulled on his in an attempt to return to where she wanted.
He let go but took a step back so that her hand fell unaccomplished onto the bed. "I'll take a lesson later," he coughed, backing up more and tripping on his own suitcase in an attempt to get a fresh breath of air that wasn't tainted by either the intoxicating smell of her or by the sexual tension permeating the room.
"You didn' answer my question," she stated rather adamantly for how drunk she was.
He stepped on her bag and remembered what his whole goal in this moment had actually been. He picked it up and set it on the bed ceremoniously, eager to have a task to take his mind off his wanton partner. "What question?"
"What's it feel like?"
"I think you just felt-"
"Nooo," she emphasized, dragging out the word. "What's it feel like? I don' have one."
Oh, I know, he thought to himself. Despite his best efforts his eyes flickered over to her underwear clad center and couldn't help but think of what was beneath that thin fabric. He swallowed despite his throat's protest when his eyes caught a glimpse of a damp wet spot blossoming onto the cotton covering her crotch. His eyes travelled up, taking an appreciative note of the valleys and curves of her body before locking his eyes with her mischievous ones. "Uh, um," he coughed. "Good," he offered. Painful , his dick added silently as it strained against his zipper.
"Ugh!" she exclaimed, rolling her eyes and falling backwards onto the bed, her breasts bouncing dangerously in the bra cups trying to restrain them. "Arousals don' just feel good , Muldey."
"Really good," he responded, unzipping her bag.
"I imagine it throbs. Like a clit. Does your dick throb?" she asked, losing her eloquence with her sobriety.
"Sometimes." He was giving short detached answers as he searched every pocket of her overnight bag, desperate to find something for her to sleep in.
"Sometimes I jus' feel so-so swollen, 'nd I jus' get so wet, like dripping wet. All I wanna do is jus' grind into somethin' or someone or someMuller," she explained, laughing heartily at her own play on words.
His hands froze as he tried to pretend he was anywhere else. That he wasn't currently in the world's smallest fucking hotel room, that his beautiful partner wasn't lying in the bed they'd share talking about his penis and her arousal, that she didn't just grab what his mind knows he just grabbed.
Scully seemed to sense his shock and she haphazardly catapulted herself forward and fell onto her hands, looking into the bag his hands were in. "Did ya find somethin' good?"
"Where are your pyjamas?" he asked, trying to push the phallic object out of view.
No such luck.
Scully, in an earnest attempt to be helpful, reached her own hand into the bag and immediately found what he'd just hidden. Pulling her vibrator out with a triumphant smile, she exclaimed, "Look!" As if he had anything more interesting to look at than Scully brandishing the sex toy in front of his face like a sword.
"It's very nice. Where are your pyjamas?" he repeated, swallowing hard.
Suddenly a buzzing sound filled the air and, even though he'd been trying to ignore her, it became impossible when she pressed the tip of the toy to his own tip. He gasped and backed up, earning a laugh from her. "Come on, I just wanna see if I got the right size."
"What?" he asked, apparently that was all he really knew how to say tonight.
"When I wen' to the store, I wanted to find something close to you. It helped me imagine better," she explained.
"Imagine better?"
"Oh please, like you don't," then, instead of saying the word, she wrapped her fingers around the girth of the toy, put it near her crotch as if it was an erect penis, then proceeded to mime jacking off. Then continuing, "to the thought of us."
Surely he hit his head earlier. That was truly the only explanation for this now. Never in a sane world would Scully be sitting in just her underwear in front of him with her vibrator in hand, all but admitting to masturbating at the thought of them being together.
"Of course I do," he whispered, figuring she wouldn't remember in the morning any how.
Then the buzzing stopped as she tossed the toy back into the bag, wrapping her arms around him instead and looking at him with those wide, lust-filled eyes again. "Then why can't we jus' satisfy some mutual curiosities?" she asked with feigned innocence.
"Because, Scully. You're drunk and I would never forgive myself if I took advantage of you," he responded, looking into her eyes to convey his sincerity, but ended up getting lost in their depths instead. God, this was Scully. Her face was so close to his and he could even smell the remnant of a sweet drink on her breath as it warmed his lips.
"But I want you so much," she whispered with so much intensity it surprised him.
He was so shocked by her words, he didn't have enough time to deflect her as she closed the distance between them, letting her lips crash down on him with a desperate force. She was so soft. That's all he could think of. Her lips felt like plush cushions against his own, and he could feel the rise and fall of her body with her rapid breaths against his torso. She placed a hand on the back of his head as her wet tongue prodded at his bottom lip and her pubic mound ground torturously against his now practically intolerable erection.
He stepped back as if he was burned and she just stayed kneeling on the bed as she tried to catch her breath. He did another appreciative sweep of her body and saw, both to his appreciation and pain, that her nipples were hard as rocks against the material of her bra.
"Scully, we can't," he whispered.
She fell back onto her butt and pouted her lip again. "No fair," she murmured, though it sounded like defeat more than an argument.
Taking that as a good sign, he just pulled anything that felt smooth out from the bag, and luckily it was an old T-shirt. "Do you want to sleep in this?" he asked.
She nodded and he started to roll the shirt up so it'd be easier to slide over her. As he took a step forward she softly slurred, "Wait." Then, to his chagrin, she reached behind her and effortlessly threw off her bra, revealing her supple breasts to him. They were better than he could have ever imagined and it took all his will power not to ogle her. "You can touch them if you want," she offered with a smile, leaning back a bit so they bounced lightly on her chest. Jesus fucking Christ.
"Maybe later," he said and internally hoped. He ignored the way they perked up as she raised her arms over her head, letting him drape the shirt over her body, relieved when she was finally covered up.
She gently touched her chest through the fabric, not lewdly, just seemingly out of comfort as she laid back on the bed. "I'm holdin' you to that," she yawned, pointing at him.
He laughed lightly and bent down to grab the hem of the blanket before pulling it over her half-naked form. "You do that," he placated with a smile. Now that the situation had de-escalated, he could resume enjoying how open Scully was when she was drunk. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand as she tried to suppress another yawn.
He started walking away to his side of the bed, but she drunkenly misunderstood and sat upright in the bed. "Hey, why aren't you l-laying by me?" she asked accusatorily.
"I am, Scully," he reassured. I'm just using my own side of the bed." He took off his shirt and he heard her gasp. When his vision was cleared he saw she was staring intently at his torso, yet again licking her lips.
"Keep going G-Man," she teased as he started unbuttoning his pants.
"This is sexual harassment," he teased, earning a drunken eye roll.
She didn't say anything in response, just watched as he dropped his pants, refusing to stand up straight in fear of revealing his still present hard-on. He stretched and turned off the light before crawling under the covers with her, leaving a respectable amount of space between their bodies.
He laid with his back on the mattress and closed his eyes hoping that if Scully thought he was asleep that she'd give up. Of course, not even while she was drunk would Scully let him get away with trying to pull a fast one on her. "You aren't even gonna kiss me goodnight?" she chastised with a cluck of her tongue.
With a sigh, he rolled to his side and pressed his lips to the smooth skin of her cheek chastely. "Good night, Scully," he said as if talking to a petulant child, his lips still burning from having touched her.
Instead of reciprocating, he felt her slide her thigh over his hip and pulling herself up so that she was sitting on top of him, her warm arousal pressing excruciatingly on his own. "Scully," he groaned between gritted teeth, grabbing her hips.
He couldn't see her since his eyes hadn't adjusted, but he felt her lean down and bracket his head with her forearms. Her torso fell flat on his and he could feel her nipples straining against the thin cotton of her shirt that was acting as the only barrier between their naked bodies. She rocked her hips lightly against his a few times, rubbing herself along his length. "Mulder," she whispered his name like a prayer, tightening her legs lightly against the sides of his hips.
He used his strength to roll over and effectively knock her back onto the bed so they were lying on their sides facing each other. Now he could see her face lit up by the blue moonlight streaming through the blinds. Her lips were swollen and slightly parted with heaving breath. "Why not?" she asked.
"You mean too much to me," he responded earnestly. "This means too much."
She nodded lightly in reluctant acceptance and nodded, an intense yawn breaking up the serene look on her face. "Besides," he added with a smile. "You're too tired for what I'd have in store for you."
She closed her eyes and chuckled softly behind closed lips. "Will you at least hold my hand?" she requested as her fingers twitched near her face.
"Here," he offered. "Turn around."
She did as he asked until her back was to him. Then, he reached over her so that his arm was around her abdomen and pulled her closer to him. She backed up against him and nuzzled herself into a comfortable fit. Her head was tucked under his chin and his erection was still pressed against her lower back, but he was glad that they both seemed to decide to ignore that fact.
"Night, night. I love you Muller," she whispered, her lips so tired they could barely form the words.
He placed a kiss to the crown of her head and took a moment to enjoy the scent of her shampoo and the way her body felt as she fell asleep in his arms. It was better than all the times he'd imagined it. "I love you too."
Part Two coming soon