Author's Note: Wow! The feedback for this story has been great. Thank you all so much! Okay, side note, I swear to god Mulder made a joke about catholic girls in the show but I couldn't find it for the life of me.
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"You know what they say about catholic girls. That much time on your knees, you're bound to know a few things."
Scully heard that for the first time when Melissa was a teenager, talking to a neighbor boy down the street. Scully was still in middle school, and still insanely naive, she thought they were talking about bible study. She remembered seeing Melissa take the boy into her room, coming out only a few minutes later, the boy looking beyond impressed and Melissa wiping an arrogant smile off her mouth. Scully thought she showed him a prayer. Well, Jesus' name did leave his mouth a few time.
She heard it again a few years later after she went down on her first boyfriend in his bedroom. "Gotta love catholic girls." The meaning was still a little muddy to her. She didn't know what oral sex had to do with catholicism, but frankly she didn't care. She just loved seeing the way men groaned with the slightest flick of her tongue; a little suction here, a little stroke there, and they became putty in your hands. And your mouth.
From an adult's perspective, she got it. Years of telling horny adolescents to stay away from all sexual desire will , of course, make them curious. Curiosity leads to exploration and exploration leads to expertice. Dana Katherine Scully was always devoted to her studies after all, and over time she knew how to make a man beg and moan with just her mouth. She got almost just as much pleasure out of it as they did.
She had honestly forgotten all of this. Not how much she loved giving head, that was a feature of all of her late night fantasies, almost always exclusively featuring her partner. She had forgotten the connotations between being a catholic girl and being good at oral sex until Mulder teased her.
"Mulder, I may not be the most devout catholic, but I still try to go to Church. I've just fallen into the catholic stereotype of only going for Easter and Christmas mass, barring the occasional wedding or funeral." She doesn't even remember how the subject was brought up, all she remembers were the words that he tried to hide under his breath with a smirk.
"I hope that's not the only catholic stereotype you're privy to."
She felt his words jolt to her core like a shot of adrenaline, specifically his word choice of 'hope'. Looking up, she saw he was focusing on his work, assuming that she was going to let his flirtations slide like she always did. Have you ever had your special talent dangled in front of you and all you wanted to do was prove yourself? She hadn't until this very moment.
They were working on their case reports in her motel room, Mulder was sitting at the head of the bed while she was sitting cross legged at the end. The AC in his room and went out, and she wasn't going to make him sit in the stifling heat. However, it was still her room, so she felt bolder than normal. In the most innocent voice she could muster, she asked, "What stereotype are you alluding to?"
He looked up at her in complete shock, and she batted her lashes for emphasis. It was hard to tell with the shitty lighting, but she could have sworn he was blushing, unused to her responding to his innuendos. He stumbled for words a second before obviously pulling something out of his ass, "Uh-uh-Well, I've always heard catholic girls are extremely devoted."
This was adorable. Now she understood why he teased her so much, seeing him get all flustered was like a drug. He had made a freudian slip though, they had been just talking about catholics, the fact he specified catholic girls just emphasized where his train of thought had been. Still playing innocent, she scooted a little closer, putting her in the middle of the bed, and asked, "Why just catholic girls?"
Mulder let out a breath and ran his hand over his face; it took a lot of willpower not to laugh at his distress. He looked at her for a moment to see if she was teasing him, but he underestimated her acting skills. "Um, I'm not sure, just something I've always heard-" His voice faded off because he was distracted by her fingers, which were lightly grazing his thighs through his jeans, tracing little circles.
"I guess I do fit that one, I have always been extremely devoted to you," she sighed, trying to hide her growing satisfaction. He was no longer able to keep his attention on his work, instead his gaze flitted from her face to her hand. What he was still oblivious of was the fact his paperwork had shifted slightly on his lap, the evidence her plan was working tenting up against his jeans. "Do you know any other stereotypes?" she asked, leaning a little closer into his personal space, her hand itching a little bit higher on his thigh.
His voice came out strangled and pitched and it made her impossibly wetter, "I-I can't remember."
She had seen the way he looked at her. They had said 'I love you' more ways than thought possible. She had no hesitancies about making this next move, the burning desire between her legs wouldn't let her go back now. "Oh, really? There's one I know to be true from experience." Losing the look of innocence she was just putting on, she advanced on him like a predator, putting her mouth right against his ear before seductively whispering, "Catholic girls are great at giving head." As she said this, she moved her hand the final few inches up and fully cupped his, now rock hard, erection through his pants.
His moan reverberated in the room and he bucked involuntarily into her hand. She chuckled against his ear, but her laughter was cut off by his mouth pressing fervently onto hers. His arms wrapped around her middle and pulled her so they were chest to chest, making her inadvertently straddle his lap, pressing their throbbing centers together.
She had fantasized about this for years, in her fantasies she had never considered how strong he was. She knew he wasn't weak, but she was sitting on pure muscle right now, and she was being moved around in his lap as if she was weightless. The sounds he was making were that of a man in euphoria. Their tongues were on a desperate exploration of each other's mouths, only breaking apart so they could breathe.
He was panting and staring at her in complete awe, like she was the only person in the world. She smiled down at him from her perch before purring, "Can I show you?" rolling her hips against him for emphasis.
He couldn't even speak, he just nodded enthusiastically as she moved her hands to his belt, undoing it with fluid dexterity letting the zipper slide down next. She hooked two fingers under the elastic of his underwear and the waistband of his jeans before looking up at him, "Lift up." He had been staring at her in complete awe and did as she asked without a moment's hesitation. She eased the garments down his strong hips and couldn't keep the smile off her face as Mulder's cock bobbed free, standing straight in the air.
She had caught enough glimpses over the years to know how well endowed Mulder was. From medical emergencies to getting a glimpse of him trying to hide a spontaneous boner, she knew it was long, thick, and beautiful. However, seeing it fully erect, leaking, and throbbing for her attention was whole other experience.
She met his eyes and saw his ever-present insecurity peaking through. Scully quickly rocked forward on her knees so she could press her lips to his in a sweet kiss. She whispered, "Mulder, you're beautiful," before sitting back down on her calves so she could get back to her main goal. The smile on Mulder's face told her that her compliment had done something for him.
She felt the familiar tingle in her abdomen as she finally grasped his shaft, causing him to grip the bed sheets at his side. She tentatively played with stroking him from base to tip, swirling her thumb around his head before dragging the precum down his length. His mouth was open in pure ecstasy and she wished she could have seen the expression on his face as she took him unexpectedly into her mouth.
"Oh fuck, Scully," he whined as he writhed below her on the sheets. She chuckled lightly, sending vibrations throughout his shaft. She was a little rusty, but she was positive that she'd be able to take his full length. She bobbed her head up and down, lubricating him with her saliva, while she worked on taking him further and further, she used one hand to grip the remaining inches and the other hand to fondle his testicles.
After a couple minutes, Mulder's moans had turned into nearly constant pants, and she could tell he was trying his hardest not to grab her head or buck into her mouth. Good boy.
She was dancing between flexing her tongue along his cock and gently nibbling the grooves of his head, that usually made him cry her name. She wanted to surprise him and she was sure she was ready, so she placed a sweet kiss to his tip before taking him entirely into her mouth, until her lips were against his base. He gasped and moaned, "Scully, oh my god." He was biting his fist now in an attempt to keep his resolve, and she was doing no better. While sucking him off, she had moved so that one of his strong thighs was in between her own, and she had been grinding against him relentlessly to alleviate the pressure in her throbbing clit.
She moved her head, letting the tip of his dick rub against the back of her throat before she pulled up, looking at his pleasure-riddled expression. "Mulder," she called to get his attention. When he looked at her she purred, "You don't have to hold back. I want you to cum in my mouth." He groaned and let his head fall back against the pillow as she returned to her task.
She knew he was starting to lose control when he started to lightly thrust into her mouth, confident now that she could handle his entirety. After only a few more moments he cried through gritted teeth, "Scully, I'm gonna-" He was spurting down her throat before he could finish his sentence, instead, crying out variations of her name and the lords. She continued to suck until he was done and then licked him clean.
When she was done, she sat back up and was immediately met with a fevered kiss. Scully couldn't remember how it happened, but she ended up on her back with Mulder leaning over her. "Scully, you're amazing."
She blushed at his compliment and averted her gaze. He nuzzled her face back to him and placed another soul sucking kiss on her mouth. "Little known fact, the Jewish community is all about reciprocity."
Her clit was burning with need and was pulsating at his words. "Is that so?" she whispered breathlessly.
"Well, this jew is," he smiled smugly before demonstrating his own talent.
And boy was he talented.
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