Word of caution this chapter is Sexually explicit.

Location: Coach House inn

Scully was sat in Mulder's room, at the small space that could fit a laptop, as she fiercely typed away. She was putting everything she had witnessed and heard into her field report. Getting an early start on it had always worked well for her.

Mulder was sat on the bed, laptop resting on his legs, eating sunflower seeds. He was meant to be doing his version of what he had seen and heard, too, but was getting very distracted by Scully. Every time she got stuck at writing, she would unconsciously lick her lips. From the position he was sitting in, he didn't see it directly but through a small mirror that was placed on a side wall. If she only knew what that did to him when she'd do that in the office… It'd send a pulse straight to his crotch.

Scully stopped typing, turned to Mulder and said "I am finished reporting my version. How much have you written?"

"Well umm… I have opened the document, but kind of got distracted umm... I wrote a few lines."

"Just leave it for tonight then, I am going back to my room to grab a shower, then I am going to try and get some sleep. We'll to talk to sheriff tomorrow, and we need to be there bright and early."

Mulder let out a small sigh, as he was hoping that Scully would spend the night. But he also knew if she did spend the night, there would not be a lot of sleeping involved.

Scully walked out the adjoining door, to her room. She took a quick glance at Mulder and smiled, then she proceeded to half close the door. There was no need to close it fully - not any more.

Scully got a towel and stood where she knew that Mulder would be able to see her - she loved teasing him. Scully started taking of her clothes, layer by layer, as they slowly hit the floor, making a not so neat pile. She had a cheeky smile upon her face because she knew Mulder would be watching.

Mulder caught a glimpse of Scully undressing. He loved the naughty side of her, where she would tease him and indulge in his fantasies. He put the laptop on the bed next to him. All the blood rushed to his crotch. He was starting to get very uncomfortable and yet, he could not take his eyes off her.

Scully chuckled slightly to herself because she knew by now, Mulder would definitely have an erection. She wrapped the towel around herself and walked through to the bathroom. Scully opted for a bath instead of a shower; this way it would soak out the pain of wearing her heels, and being on her feet most of the day.

Scully sat on the side of the tub and put the plug in before turning on the hot water. As she watched the bath fill up, she let her mind drift to Freya and everything they had shared before she went missing, and a feeling of sorrow washed over her. Trying to get these horrible thought out of her head, she got into the bath. She didn't care if it was too hot, or not even full.

Scully put in one foot first, then the rest of her body. As she sunk further into the water, she let all her problems fade and disappear into the night, and she felt all her joints and aching muscles relax. She could lay there for hours, as long as she topped up with hot water every now and then, so she didn't get chilly.

Meanwhile, Mulder was considering something completely different; whether or not to relieve himself of his very sore erection. He could not think straight when watching Scully undress. Even being close to her was like a drug, and he was chasing his next fix.

As Scully lost herself in the bath, she could suddenly hear some very erotic moaning coming through the other room. She suddenly thought about what Mulder could be doing to himself. Her cheeks began to flush, and all the moans sent pulses her clit. She soon stepped out of the bath, quickly wrapping the towel around her hair and drying off her body. She then walked through to Mulder's room.

Scully stood in the doorway, silently watching Mulder. His large but gentle hand was wrapped around his penis, going up and down his shaft. His pace was slow and steady, just like she would if she was doing it to him. She stayed silent, watching him think about her was euphoric. The sounds he was making were like the sweetest bird sounds she's ever heard. Mulder was too caught up with his fantasy to hear her come in, his eyes were closed so he didn't realise she was standing there. It suddenly dawned on Scully that two could play this game.

Scully left the door as far open as it could go and walked over to the bed, with a smirk on her face and a glint in her eye. She lay on the bed with her legs slightly open. She slipped a finger to her clit, rubbing circles on it and around it, swishing her fingertips around and around. She was already immensely wet from hearing Mulder moaning and crying out her name.

Scully started to feel her juices slowly drip down her thigh. She she slipped a finger in, feeling her tight tunnel against her own finger. She curled her finger, imagining it was Mulder's finger inside her and not her own. She then placed her thumb on her clit and put her other hand on her nipple, tweaking and flicking it, imagining it was his tongue. Her moans were silent, but the pleasure was immense.

Mulder suddenly realised that the door was wide open, and he could hear Scully moaning. His hand squeezed a little tighter around his penis, just imaging her soft delicate lips kissing her way down his stomach, then making her way down to his crotch. Her little but delicate hands wrapped around his erection as she brings her lips to his tip and licks all his pre cum. Then she'd move her tongue up and down the underside of his penisWithout realising his hands had been pumping faster and quicker, he was soon much closer to his climax.

Scully started pumping faster inside herself while imaging Mulder kissing her on the neck, with his hands cupped around her breasts as he squeezes them. His lips on the other hand would be making their way down from her neck to her left breast. His tongue lavishly playing with her nipples. Then his lips would make their way down her stomach, and his tongue would meet with her clit.

She takes her fingers out and spreads all her juices around her clit. She was so sensitive, she could not help but scream out his name, still imaging his tongue playing with her nub, flicking and circling with his tongue.

She puts her index finger back in herself, finding her sweet spot imagining Mulder put himself near her entrance and placing himself in her, feeling her tight tunnel and filling her completely.

Her fingers started pumping harder and faster back inside her. She knew by the way Mulder was moaning that he was very close to his climax, just as she was so close to hers. Hearing him scream her name as he came was enough to send her over the edge. Her knees buckled, her wall contracted, her whole body shook with the vibrations of what she had done to herself, maybe we should play this game again, she thought.

Scully pulled the cover over herself. Her hair was wet, and she knew it would be sticky in the morning, but she didn't care. Once she got comfortable in her bed, she shouted

"Good night Mulder"

A small chuckle came out of her throat.

"Goodnight Scully, we really must do this again sometime,"

"Yes, we should." and they both broke into a fit of giggles.

Exhausted, they both fell into a deep slumber minutes later.

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The sun was starting to peek through the curtains when Mulder awoke from a nightmare, sweating and panting. He could barely catch his breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He had not had a nightmare like that not in a long time. He didn't know if it was the change in Scully's and his relationship, or it might be he felt guilty somehow for Freya missing. Maybe it was his fault; he should have gone after her. So many thoughts were running through his head, so much so he didn't notice there was a sleeping Scully in his bed, so delicate, so at peace as her torso rose up and down. Her little red curls fell around her face, with a gently touch he moved a couple of loose hairs behind her ears and kissed her delicately on the cheek. Mulder looked over at the clock; it read 5am. It was a little too early for Scully to wake up, so he sat up and tried very delicately to get out of bed.

"Where are you going?" Scully said in a very sleepy stare.

"I'm just going for a run, I will be back soon."

"mm kay" Scully closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

Mulder grabbed his clothes and put on his trainers. He went to leave took a quick glance at a sleeping Scully and smiled. Closing the door as quietly as he, he could set off running. He decided to go down a different route than yesterday. He ran and ran, past the shops, past the water front, past fields. It was quite a sight as the sun rolled down the hills, capturing colours and smells. He missed this, just open country side for miles; it reminded him of home. Their home. Where him and Scully had made so many memories; both good and bad. He missed spending time with her. He missed her. She was his everything, his touchstone even when times were dark. Spending time with Scully these past couple of days, and being so close to her again, her smell, her touch, was everything. And everything about her made him crazy. But it made him realise truly how much he missed her, and how he let his darkness take over him. He let it bleed into their relationship, he didn't blame her for leaving, he could never do that, not ever. She was his everything. He would rather see Scully live her life and be happy, than be with her and make her miserable. No matter how much it hurt him, she would always come first. Her happiness is his main priority.

Suddenly realising he had stopped, he found a small bench to sit on. He put his hands onto his knees and his face into his hands as small puddles of water formed onto the floor. He didn't like cry in front of Scully, he always wanted to be the strong one. He wanted to be there when she needed him, and he felt like he couldn't do that if he let his emotions get the better of him in her time of need.

About ten minutes had passed, when Mulder managed to compose himself just enough that he could start his run back to the motel. It dawned on him that he was sat next to a dirt road. There was no road sign, and he didn't remember seeing this place on the map he had studied before getting onto the plane. He thought nothing of it, but just in case, he made a mental reminder that it was there. Just in case something did come up about it. He looked at the time on his watch; it read 7am. Scully would be getting up soon, so he proceeded to run back, remembering to grab coffee on the way.