An Angry Scully

Part 7

by

Trycee

Time-Line: Season 7

Disclaimer: This is written for fun not profit

Scully's eyes fluttered open. She fixated on the soft orange glow of the fire that danced on the ceiling of the cabin. She could feel Mulder's thick arms around her, squeezing her gently as he slept. Scully inhaled the combined scent of their lovemaking and she turned to see the soft puffs of air that he expelled. His lips looked so inviting, she wanted to kiss his sweet lips and bury herself deeper into the comfort of his arms but her bladder was insistent, which had awaken in the first place. Scully placed her feet on the cold bare wooden floor and searched the floor around her for an article of clothing she could slip on. She found Mulder's Thermal and slipped it over her head. It came past her knees. She sniffed his collar and her eyes immediately closed as she sighed. It was like carrying him with her. She turned to look back at him, laying on his side, sleeping deeper than she had ever seen him sleep. He'd worked for it.

Scully checked her watch. It was four in the morning. She pushed opened the door to the porch and glanced out at the snow and the pitch black darkness. The thought of tromping a mile away to go to the bathroom was not what she had in mind. There could be bears on their way to their hibernation or other animals out on the prowl in the dark. Scully opted to stick closer to home. She slipped on her thermal pants and then her coat and pulled on her boots and snowshoes. There was no way to walk around without them. She grabbed a roll of tissue they were storing on the porch, her headlamp and her weapon and pushed open the cabin door. The wind whipped up beneath her coat and Mulder's thermal, stinging her bare skin up from her ankle to her thighs to her neck. Stiffly, she marched along the side of the cabin leading to the back with an open space just before the woods. Scully scanned the trees, searching for movement but there was only the shuffling of the leaves as the cold wind blew. Scully found a spot not far from the cabin and squatted like she had as a little girl. The height of the snow made it impossible for her to do anything but sit in the snow. Scully scanned the area around her, watching for predators. She could feel the stinging cold as she sat in the snow, burning her skin like fire. She listening for any snapping of branches that would alert her to an animal and was grateful when she heard no sounds.

When Scully was finished, she kicked some snow over the spot and headed back quickly to get back to Mulder in bed. As hard as it was to be stranded without any modern conveniences, like indoor plumbing, Scully was grateful that the situation had finally brought them together. The time would now go by faster, she knew. Instead of staring at each other out of sheer boredom and arguing, they would be wrapped in the warmth of the blanket, making love by the fire for hours on end, making up for lost time. She sighed as she returned to the porch and stripped off her coat and boots and made her way back to the bed. She tossed her thermal pants on the floor and climbed back into the furnace that was their shared bed, warmed by Mulder's heated skin. She closed her eyes, listening to Mulder snore lightly until she drifted back to sleep.

Scully awoke again to Mulder's lips on hers and his tongue sliding into her mouth, their bodies intertwined. Scully moaned as Mulder settled over her, gazing at her with awe. Scully had past boyfriends who'd awaken her to what she felt was 'intrusive groping' and it was all about their needs not hers. But, Mulder kissed her lovingly, concentrating on her mouth and the taste of her, his hands touching her gently on her shoulder and chin. She felt cherished, loved, wanted. This was a completely different experience than she'd had since losing her virginity as a teen. Mulder pointed to the tip of her shirt. Scully blushed. "Mulder, you don't have to ask."

"Ummm," he said, lifting it up over her head and tossing it onto the floor. "I woke up harder than hell."

Scully could feel him pressing into her stomach. "I see that."

"Not because I'm a man," he said, reading her thoughts. "Because I was dreaming about being inside of you."

Scully hummed as Mulder leaned down and sucked a tightly coiled nipple into his mouth. Scully could feel a wet gushing between her legs and Mulder slipped his fingers between her folds, flicking at the tiny bud that was hidden and began to work it as Scully thrashed and moaned until she came. Mulder slid between her legs. He could feel the bitter coldness from her frozen limbs and so he blew air on her thighs and messaged them, causing a stirring within her. Mulder concentrated on his task as Scully locked eyes with his. "I always wondered what it was like to wake up to you in your bed," she grinned.

Mulder moaned as Scully's fingers grazed his engorged penis, circling the head and swiping at the pre-cum that appeared. "This is what its like, Scully," he said, as he watched her silent orgasmic quakes. "I'm highly sexual, but I think you knew that."

She stared up at him. "Yes, I knew that before but I definitely know it now."

"It's something you'll know from now on."

"Forever, Mulder?"

"I've been in love with you for seven years, Scully. You are all I want..."

Scully could feel her eyes filling with tears. "I love you..."

Mulder held her gaze and smiled, pleased with her admissions of love. "I love you too. Besides, I've got seven years of pent-up sexual frustration to unleash on you."

Scully's eyes enlarged as Mulder growled, his eyes darkened as he positioned his cock and then encased himself inside of her. He closed his eyes as he slid inside of her. She was sore, he could tell, he was sore as well. It had been a long time since he'd felt anything but his own hand sliding over him. He gasped at the hot moistness and sighed. "I'm home."

Scully giggled. "Did you just say you're home?"

"Mmmm," he said, as he began to move. "I am! Don't laugh", he said, as he thrust into her. "You're so tight, so warm, so delicious..."

Scully sighed. "You feel so good Mulder. I knew it. I knew we'd be compatible. I want this always. Promise me, we'll have this always."

Mulder gazed down at Scully. "I'm gonna wear you out every chance I get."

"OH!", she said, as he pulled out and thrust back in. Scully found herself sliding towards the headboard as Mulder gripped her hips and plunge into her ferociously. Scully reached up, trying to brace herself as Mulder pounded unrelentingly. The bed and the headboard squeaked loudly as he grunted and Scully gasped. She could feel her orgasm building up within her.

"I don't think I can last long...", he said, as he thrust inside of her. "You feel too good. God, Scully. You make me crazy."

"I don't think I can hold out much longer either," she said, breathlessly, as she closed her eyes. "God, Mulder, you fill me completely. No one has ever made me feel this way."

Mulder shifted and began to grind against her pelvis and Scully screamed out. "OOMMMGGGG...MULLLLDDDERRR."

Mulder watched as Scully's eyes fluttered and he buried himself deeper inside of her as he climaxed. He layered her with kisses before shifting and settling Scully on top of him, her hair wild as she looked into his eyes."For as long as I'm alive, Scully, there will be no one else for you or me."

Scully grinned as she lay her head on his chest. She nibbled on his neck on the way up to his luscious lips. "I know that, Mulder. I couldn't get rid of you for the last seven years and that was before we had sex."

Mulder wiggled his eyebrows.

Scully could feel Mulder's stomach rumble beneath her. She giggled. "Worked up an appetite?"

"I did," he said, sliding her to the side of him. "But, don't you lift a finger."

Scully watched as Mulder slipped on his boxer shorts and disappeared onto the porch. She could hear the front door fling open and could hear Mulder yelp slightly. "Mulder?"

There was no answer. Suddenly he reappeared carrying the tub full of snow that he dumped into a pot, heating it on the cooktop. He repeated the action until he had two pots filled with snow that melted quickly. Mulder poured the water back into the tub that he placed on the floor. He grabbed some of Scully's smell-goods, and poured it into the water, using his hand to whisk bubbles. Scully smiled as she watched him. Mulder extended his hand, helping a naked Scully to her feet. He placed her into the tiny tub she could barely fit in and watched as he filled and refilled it with warm water. Mulder knelt down next to her and lathered the soap in his hands. Scully grinned to herself. "Your gonna bath me, Mulder" He nodded his head. Scully noticed that It was more than a little bathing and more like fondling, as he ran his hands over every part of her body. She closed her eyes as he massaged her feet and tense muscles. "I'm gonna leave you in there a little bit," he said, standing up.

Scully could hear his knees cracking as he stood up. He kissed the top of her head and stepped away from her view. She could hear him getting dressed before he returned to the kitchen. Much to Scully's surprise, Mulder washed his hands and began cooking breakfast in one pan and steaming coffee in the percolator. Scully blushed as she watched him, singing an Elvis tune off-key as he cooked. She jumped when he yelped from burning his finger, nearly dropping the eggs on the floor. After plating their food, Mulder used another plate to cover it and to keep it warm. He returned to her side and knelt down beside her, dipping his hands into the water, wetting Scully's red locks. Using some of her shampoo, he began to wash her hair, as he continuing to sing and stopping only to kiss her shoulders and neck as he went. She was covered in tiny lovebites and Mulder seemed thrilled with them the most. When he was done washing her, Scully sat up in the cramped tub and Mulder poured water over her head on down her shoulders. He grabbed one of the few towels they had that was dry and dried her off. Scully sighed. She had never been pampered like this in her entire life. She never expected it from Mulder. She knew Mulder was a lot of things, sensual, affectionate, compassionate but she had never dreamed he could also be such an attentive lover.

Mulder watched as she dressed in a thermal top and bottoms and met him at the table. He reached up and kissed her lips. Scully grinned as she pulled back and sat in her seat. "I'm impressed, Mulder."

"Don't be impressed, Scully, until you keep my eggs down," he said, lifting the plate off their still hot breakfast.

He plated their meal and sat next to her, pouring them both coffee. "I noticed it stopped snowing."

"Oh?", she said, as she ate her eggs. It could use some seasoning but it wasn't bad.

Scully poured some creamer into her coffee mug and sipped. "When do you think we could hike out of here?"

Mulder looked surprised. "You ready to leave?"

Scully chuckled. "I'm expecting to spend days sexing by the fireplace, Mulder...But I miss indoor plumbing."

Mulder nodded. "Hmmm, and we'll be running out of food before long."

Scully nodded. "We don't need to eat...", she smirked.

"Hmm," he said, wagging his eyebrows. "You're right. We could feast on each other for awhile but then eventually, Scully, we'll need to get real food."

"Well, that couple by the lake said they had food if we needed it."

Mulder raised his eyebrows.

"We could hike over to them. It might take us over an hour to get to them, its that much snow out there."

Mulder turned to look out the window. The thought of going out in the massive amount of snow was not what he had in mind.

"Not today," she said, as her eyes took him in. "Were not that desperate, " she said, with a twinkle in her eye. "First of all, I need to get you all cleaned up."

"Oh?", he smirked.

"I need to pay attention to a certain area. Make sure it's nice and clean," she said, licking her lips.

Mulder's eyes darkened. He suddenly stood up and grabbed the pots, heading for the porch. Scully laughed to herself, listening as Mulder filled them with snow. He was back at the stove to warm up the water before she knew it. Scully smiled wickedly, she was going to use her fingers and her tongue to make sure he was sparkling clean.

The fireplace cast an orange glow over the room in the dark. Mulder listened to the crackling of the wood from the fire and the soft puffs from Scully as she slept. Mulder's arm was becoming numb but he couldn't be happier. Scully was wrapped in a blanket lying asleep in his arms. He chuckled out loud at the situation. For nearly seven years he had hit on Scully in all manner of ways, from shyly flirting to flat out telling her that he loved her, and yet there had been nothing, NOTHING, that had gotten her to admit her feelings for him. It took a massive snow storm and being locked away in almost primitive settings for her to do it. He kissed her smooth porcelain skin along her ears. She was light as air but his arm was in a position that caused it to go numb. He shifted Scully in his arms, and gazed down at her as she slept. He still couldn't believe this was all real. He kissed the side of her lips, and gazed back at her. She was so beautiful, he could do nothing but let the tears trail down his cheeks as he looked at her. Out of all the times he had held her or even gazed into her beautiful face, he had never held her knowing she loved him back.

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