Author's Notes: Hello everyone! This is my second attempt at a "Mulder Jealousy Fic." I'm excited about the route it's taking, and I hope you guys like it!
Unbelievable: (adjective) so great or extreme as to be difficult to believe; extraordinary.
They'd been working on a rough case for the past two weeks and they were finally done. Well, there were just a few things that she needed wrapped up, but when the work day was over, their hands would be free. The case involved a missing child, and he knew cases like that always hit Scully hardest. She didn't need to say it, he could tell she was really bothered by it all. Which is why he was on his way down to the lab to ask her if she wanted to rent a movie and get some takeout, relaxing would do them some good.
Looking through the glass partition, he could see his favorite mass of red hair roaming around the lab, wrapping up the finishing touches of their case file by comparing data with the lab. He stopped in front of the glass before going in, taking a moment to watch Scully in her natural domain. The lab techs seemed to idolize her, utilizing having her in the lab by constantly asking questions about their own work, wanting her expert opinion. Even though they were distracting her from her, she responded with a patient smile and words of encouragement as she took charge of the entire room. He loved seeing her like this, so confident and revered.
"So, what's she like in bed?" Mulder was snapped out of his admiration by an agent from the Violent Crimes Unit, Agent Martin. Mulder worked with him on a few cases in the past, and he was never a fan of the man's overly-crude behavior. To put it lightly, he hated him.
"Excuse me?" Mulder asked in confusion.
The older agent motioned his hand and pointed to Scully, who was still talking to the techs. "The smokin' redhead, who else? What do they call her? Ah-The Ice queen! Let me guess, you spend a lot of your time down in that basement meltin' her until she's a puddle, huh?" he joked, jovially nudging Mulder a little too hard with his elbow.
Every word that came out of this guy's mouth made Mulder want to slug him, his fist subconsciously clenching at his side. He wasn't naive, he knew Scully had to deal with overly flirtatious men, she's even mentioned a few instances to him, but he hated hearing this perspective of it. It was as if he was expected to laugh and agree with the idea of sexually degrading his partner; the woman he adored more than anything. He'd also seen how uncomfortable the whole 'Ice Queen' thing made her. Her eyes would downcast, her jaw would set, and her whole demeanor would shift; as if this stupid nickname was actually a true reflection of her character. This was the first time someone had the audacity to actually say it in front of him though. He turned to glare at the man, but he was too preoccupied with trying to get a glimpse down Scully's shirt as she leaned over a table.
"Agent Scully is my partner, and I would prefer if you didn't speak about her like that," he seethed, glaring at the man.
The man's attention snapped back to Mulder, noting his irritation, and he put up his hands in mock-surrender. "Hey, hey, I didn't mean any harm. Sorry if I disrespected your woman."
He didn't need to look to know his knuckles were turning white at his sides. "Agent Scully is not 'my woman'," he responded evenly.
He immediately regretted saying that because a light went off in the man's eyes and a slimy grin spread across his face. "Oh really? Well in that case, I'll take a crack at her," he beamed, patting the side of Mulder's arm.
The thought of this man being so much as in Scully's vicinity made him uncomfortable, so he tried to dissuade Agent Martin before he even tried. "You're not her type."
"I don't know. An older, accomplished agent who understands first-hand the stresses of her job? I can be pretty convincing if I do say so myself," he boasted. Fuck. When he put it like that, he did sound like someone Scully would be interested in and has been interested in.
It was like watching a train wreck, where it's absolutely horrible, but you can't look away. Agent Martin side-stepped Mulder and entered into the lab without waiting for a response. Mulder watched as the man approached Scully with a snake-like smile and words he couldn't hear. She turned to him and gave Agent Martin that polite-Scully smile she never sent his way anymore. The thought made him smile. They were close enough that she wouldn't even try to hide her exhaustion the way she was doing in front of Martin right now.
Not that the man would notice. He was speaking with grandeur and his arms were moving extravagantly around the air. Scully nodded along with the man's speech and after a few moments, Mulder saw Scully avert her gaze to her work. Mulder was silently cheering, that was a sign of disinterest if he ever saw one. Even as a hand slid around her shoulder, much to his personal dismay, she still refused to look at the man. Martin whispered something in Scully's ear and she turned to him with a deadpan expression and responded. While Mulder wished he could hear what was going on, he was happy to see she was clearly rejecting an offer. He continued watching like a kid glued to a tv until he saw the Agent leave out the other door.
As juvenile as it was, he was excited to hear all the details. He straightened his tie, acting casual as possible, and strolled in towards his partner. "Hey Scully, how's it going."
She turned towards him with exhausted eyes and sighed, just in the way he loved. "Hey Mulder. I'm just finishing up."
He nodded appreciatively and pried, "I just saw Agent Martin come in. Did he need something?"
In a voice he couldn't decipher, she responded, "Yeah, he asked me what I was doing tonight and then asked me out on a date."
Mulder feigned ignorance and dropped his jaw, "Really? How bold."
Scully snorted, "Yeah, he knows how to get to the point."
"You're too good for him. He was always a little weird," Mulder exhaled, pleased.
Scully straightened up and started arranging the stacks of paper she was loading into the file. "Actually, I said yes."
"Good to he-wait, what?"
"I said yes. I figured going out would be better than sitting at home along again. We're going out to eat at seven," she sighed, closing the folder. She motioned for Mulder to follow her as they walked up to Skinner's office to drop off the completed report.
"B-but, why?" He was embarrassed at the almost whiney quality his voice was taking on, but he couldn't help it.
"I just told you Mulder. Or are you asking why I wouldn't rather sit at home by myself?" It was a rhetorical question and he didn't know what to say next. His palms were sweating and he felt hot. He also felt a bit dizzy and it felt like his stomach had plummeted out and was being dragged along side him. He had felt this in brief waves before, but never this intensity. He was jealous. Plain and simple, there was no other explanation.
"I don't like him," was lamely the only thing he had to offer.
She snorted at his childish tone. "Well then it's a good thing you're not going on a date with him." She stopped into Skinner's office and left the folder with his assistant with a pleasant smile. Mulder stood in the hallway pouting, something she picked up on immediately. "Mulder, look. I appreciate your concern, but I don't need your permission."
She was right. He had no claim over he life or what she did with it. He nodded in resignation, "You're right. I just want you to be safe. I hope you have a good time." He attempted to give her a reassuring smile, but he knew it wasn't reaching his eyes and that she'd notice.
She squeezed his arm and replied, "Thank you, Mulder. Have a nice night, okay?" And with that, she was walking away. Probably thinking about what outfit she'd wear tonight on her date. He tried to shake out any resentful thoughts and started leaving himself.
When he got to his apartment, he loosened his tie and threw himself on the couch. He went through all the possible ways he could kill time tonight. He contemplated calling the Gunmen, but the thought of actually going over there and having a conversation with them was exhausting enough. He thought about cleaning up his apartment, but he figured there was no use in breaking his twelve year streak. He glanced over at his tapes, which were collecting dust in the corner of the room. Recently, he hadn't really needed the tapes because his imagination was plenty enough. The redhead that dominated his fantasies did more than enough for his libido. He reached his hand down to cup the erection that was already growing from the thought, but quickly retracted after a few strokes. It would just make him sad. There was nothing more pathetic than sobbing after an orgasm, and he figured he should spare himself the misery. He decided to just put on a movie and take it easy.
He tried relaxing, he honestly did, but for every minute of tepid peace, there were five minutes of worry. He just couldn't stop thinking about the fact Scully was out on a date with that creep of a man. He had no reason for it and he knew that, Scully was a strong, capable woman. She could easily handle any lewd advances Martin threw her way. In truth, he was probably worried that these advances would be accepted, that she'd want the same thing. The though of Martin touching her made his skin crawl.
That man didn't even know the slightest thing about Scully. He probably didn't even care about the intricate detail that she comprised of, details Mulder committed to memory. What if he kissed her? When he held the back of her neck, he would have no idea what that little scar meant. That the key to Scully's life rested under his touch. What if they did end up having sex? Unlikely, but still,
would he reach for a condom not knowing the painful memories Scully would have because of it? A stark reminder of her infertility, all that she's lost on their journey. When she woke up screaming about her abduction like he had heard through the wall on so many nights, would the man just laugh and make a flippant remark about how nightmares were the worst?
He needed to stop thinking about it, he was completely blowing this out of proportion. He decided he may as well go for a ride, focusing on driving would be a distraction itself. He slipped out of hist jacket, lost his tie, and left, keeping the rest of his work attire on.
It worked, somewhat. He just enjoyed the nice spring breeze as he listened to music with the windows rolled down. He didn't really have a plan, so he just wandered the streets of the city, testing himself to see if he could get lost and then get himself back to somewhere familiar. Unfortunately, that familiar place frequently landed him in front of Scully's apartment complex. Damn his subconscious. After the second time, his stomach rumbled and he figured he should just go and grab something to eat before calling it an evening.
On his way to a drive thru, his phone rang from his pocket, pulling him out of his internal, self-deprecatory spiral. Taking one hand off the wheel, he grabbed his phone and pressed it to his ear, "Mulder."
"Mulder, it's me." Well speak of the devil. His whole body perked up at the sound of her voice.
"Hey, Scully. Is everything okay?" he asked. His eyes glanced down at his dashboard and saw she should have been about forty minutes into her date. The worry temporarily subsided as her voice rang through the speaker.
"Um, yeah," there was something weird about her tone, but he couldn't place it. "Are you busy right now?"
"No, I was just out for a drive. What's up?" he answered a little too fast.
There was a moment of silence before she answered in defeat, "I'm sorry, but is there anyway you could you come pick me up?"
What did he say to her? Did he do something to her? He felt like he was on a roller coaster with how much his stomach kept plummeting, but he was beyond eager to get her in sight and know she was safe and fine, "Absolutely, where are you?"
"I'm hiding in the Barnes and Noble on Monroe Street," she sighed.
"Scully, why are you hiding? Where's your date?" he checked the street sign nearest to him and turned around. He was only about five minutes away, four since he was rushing.
"He's probably still at the bar wondering what's taking me so long in the restroom," she confessed, amusement lacing her voice.
"Scully," he exclaimed in pride, "Did you dine and dash on this man?"
"Just dashed, unfortunately." She didn't sound distressed, which made him feel better, but he was still anxious about what could have possibly happened to make her leave in the middle of a date. It just seemed very unlike her, and the use of the word 'hiding' didn't sit well with him.
"Well, I'm about a minute away. Wanna hop in and we can go somewhere to dine?" he offered.
"That sounds amazing, Mulder. You pick the place. I'll see you in a second." He could practically her her smile through the phone and his worry was slowly being replaced with excitement. He rarely got to hang out with Scully on the weekend, especially not outside of a case.
He hung up the phone as he rounded the corner. He pulled up in front of the Barnes and Noble and tried to spot her. After a moment he saw her jog out of the building, looking around once, before jumping into the passenger's seat. She looked beautiful. She was wearing a thin, strappy, black dress. It was form fitting around her chest, but flowed loosely around her knees, showing off her lithe figure. Her hair was lightly curled and her makeup was impeccable. It was a casual-date Scully that he had never been able to see before. A bit of him was jealous that the piece of shit VCU agent got to see her like this and that she had dolled herself up for him, but she was with him now and he was going to enjoy it.
As soon as she shut the door, she let out a huge sigh of relief and sent him a radiant smile. "Thank you so much, Mulder. I was nervous if I tried to hail a taxi, he'd see me through the window."
"I'm glad you called me, Scully," he started. He figured if he was honest, she'd reciprocate. His tone got a little softer as he asked, "Did he hurt you?"
She laughed a little at his question before quickly reassuring him, "No, no, he didn't hurt me. He was just a little too forward for my taste." Mulder let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, and Scully chuckled some more at his reaction.
"Yeah, if I had to describe Agent Martin, 'tact' and 'subtlety' wouldn't be the first words to pop into mind," he joked.
"I have to say, after him saying I'd be his dessert and asking if I liked being on top or bottom, I have to agree," she snickered.
Mulder's jaw inadvertently dropped open, he couldn't imagine saying that to a woman, let alone Scully, on a first date. "What did you respond?"
"I told him dessert's always better before the meal, and that I'm always on top," she deadpanned. He knew it was a joke, but hearing those words come out of her mouth sent a bolt straight down to his groin and put a vivid image of her in his head. He accidentally pressed the break a little bit and Scully was heavily amused by his reaction. "Kidding, I said 'That's inappropriate,' and then I tried to talk about work for twenty minutes."
"'Tried?' as in, wasn't successful?" he asked, sliding into a parking spot at a Chinese takeout place he got a little too frequently.
"I thought it was going okay, I knew it would never happen again after the first thirty seconds, but I snuck out before we even ordered," she shrugged, playing with the strap of her wallet. Her tone had shifted from joking to a bit dismissive and he knew there was something she was hiding.
He didn't want to push her too hard, he knew she'd tell him everything eventually. "Hey," he prompted to get her attention, "If it makes you feel any better, you look really beautiful tonight."
She laughed lightly and looked away, "Thank you, Mulder. I haven't been on a date in, well honestly, a few years, so I figured I'd put at least some effort in."
Mulder began thinking this man would never run out of things to make Mulder hate him. The dick had gotten Scully's hopes up and then royally fucked up, ruining her night. Well, not necessarily. A light bulb went off in Mulder's head and as Scully reached towards the car door to get out, he put a hand on her shoulder to stop her. "Scully hang on. Can you close your eyes and wait here for a second?"
"Why?" she questioned with suspicion.
"Do you trust me?"
Instead of verbally responding, she leaned back in her seat and shut her eyes, an expectant but amused expression littering her face.
He opened up the car door and ran to the front of the restaurant. Desperate times called for desperate measures and he plucked seven different flowers from the pots out front, none of them were the same color or same type, but the intent was more important. He would have felt guilty if he wasn't such a heavy patron for them. He'd probably spent enough here in the last moth for them to buy enough flowers to plant around the block. He ran back to the car and smuggled the flowers underneath his seat. "Were they closed?" she asked, eyes still shut.
"Nope," he smiled, starting the car.
"You couldn't have possibly gotten take-out that fast?" She pried, looking for clarification as to why the car was currently moving.
"Nope," he laughed.
"Mulder, can I open my eyes?" He was glad she was laughing too, and decided to let her for the time being. He was a man with a plan. If Scully wanted a date, then she was getting a date. The whole nine yards. First step was taking her to a new restaurant in town. If he remembered correctly, which he knew he did, she mentioned she really wanted to try it, but she heard it was expensive.
"Sure, but you'll have to close them later," he teased.
As soon as her eyes opened, they were on him. "Mulder, where are you taking me?"
"It's a surprise."
"Can I at least get a hint?" When he glance over at her she stuck out her bottom lip and batted her lashes jokingly and it was painfully adorable.
"Fine, I'll give you a hint," he relented, "Your hint is; food."
She groaned and eased into her seat in defeat. He turned the radio to a station he knew she liked and rejoiced when he got to hear her hum softly along, a sign she was in a good, relaxed mood. He'd learned that the hard way from years of road trips; if Scully wasn't in the mood to hum along with the likes of Tori Amos and Alanis Morissette, it was best to leave her alone.
After a while, her gentle humming had turned into them singing along, albeit poorly, to every song that came on. They didn't always know the words, they couldn't stop laughing half the time, and it was fantastic. When he knew they were a few blocks away, he stopped singing himself and interrupted their endearingly off-tune cover of the Red Hot Chili Peppers to tell her to close her eyes, which she did immediately. Based on her little smirk, she was enjoying herself, which was a great sign being his plans for the night hadn't even really began.
He pulled into the restaurant with the Italian name he couldn't pronounce and unbuckled his seat belt. He leaned over and undid Scully's as well, resting his hand on hers to quickly whisper, "Keep them closed okay?" To which, she nodded.
He grabbed the flowers from under his seat and got out of the car, quickly jogging to the other side. He opened the door and grabbed her hand, giving her gentle instructions and support to help her get out of the car. When she was standing in front of him, he started arranging the flowers in his hands, flicking off specks of lint the car had left on the petals. Instantly, his brilliant plan became nerve wracking. He was really going out on a limb, and if she didn't like this it would be absolutely embarrassing, not to mention crushing for him.
It was too late for that now and he cleared his throat before commanding, "Open."
Her lids fluttered and her attention was immediately drawn to the flowers being offered to her. "Mulder, what's this?" she asked with a chuckle, taking the flowers from him and smelling them lightly. He got a boost of confidence from the gleam in her eyes and decided this was a good idea after all.
"Well, I didn't think it was right that you look so beautiful and date-ready, only to have it wasted on that guy. So, I was wondering if you would accept my offer," She was looking at him intently and it was like looking into the sun. "Scully, will you go on a date with me?"
After the question left her mouth she really recognized where he brought her, her mouth dropping open in shock with a soft gasp. "Oh, Mulder. I-you, you don't have to do all this. I don't want you to go to all this trouble just because I had a bad date."
He realized she was thinking this was out of pity and quickly moved to dissuade her fear, "No-no, Scully," he took a step closer to her, looking down at her with every ounce of determination his soul had to offer and lamented, "I want to do this. I've wanted to do this for a long time. For seven years to be exact." He elongated the last sentence by tapping on the buds of each of the seven flowers. He thought of that last part on the spot and was happy he coincidentally got the right number of flowers.
She watched his fingers as they danced from flower to flower, realization dawning her features. Oh my god, he did it, he actually made Scully blush. In that moment, the perspective he forced himself to have, seeing Scully only as his partner and best friend, was tinted by the overwhelming display of Scully as a woman. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, trying to bit down on it and hide the smile that threatened to crack her face open. Her cheeks and her chest were turning red, as if they were in competition with her hair. To top it all off, she could barely look him in the eye, instead, playing with the flowers she was holding in an embrace to her chest. In a breathy voice, she asked in happy disbelief, "Really?"
"I've never been more sure of something in my entire life."
"Okay," she declared, turning the full watt of her beaming smile to him, "Mulder, I accept your offer. Let's go on a date." The last part was said with the same nervous, excited anticipation that was clouding the air around them.
She quickly leaned into the car, which was still open, and uncapped an old, half-filled water bottle of his, sliding the stems of the flowers into the neck before nestling the bottle back into the console. She shut the door behind her and accepted Mulder's extended hand, instering her little fingers in between his own. He was holding hands with Scully. As of right now, he was currently on a date with Scully.
He remembered during her speil about the restaurant last week, she mentioned that for the first three weeks they were operation on a walk-in basis, without the reservations. When they entered, he just had to give his name and they were being seated. The entire place was beautiful and he could see why Scully had wanted to check it out, it was ornate and lush with decadence. He could tell she was thrilled and it was just one of the many reasons on his ever-growing list of why this was the best idea he'd ever had.
The waiter was with them almost immediately, "Hello Mr. and Mrs. Mulder, my name is Jason and I'll be your waiter this evening. May I get you started with any drinks?" Mulder felt a smirk creep onto his face at the waiter's slip up. It seemed no matter where they went people were making that mistake. He waited for Scully to correct him like she usually did, but looked up to see she was wearing the same smirk he was.
"I'll take a water," she responded, deciding to wear the name for the evening.
"I'll take a water too, and could we also get a bottle of Merlot?" he asked, enjoying the look of surprise on Scully's face.
The waiter left with their order and Scully immediately teased him, "Wow, our first date and we're already married. You move fast."
"Are you implying you don't remember our wedding night? I'm hurt, Mrs. Mulder," he joked back, earning an eye roll. They opened up their menus and tried to process what they were seeing. "Mulder, you don't happen to speak italian, do you?"
"Afraid not, they don't even have any pictures," he offered lamely. Not just the dishes, the entire menu was in Italian. They burst out into laughter at their own plight.
"Wait-wait," she tried to speak through her giggles, she leaned across the table and pointed at a word on his menu, "I see the word 'spaghetti'!"
"Well my decision's been made. I'm going to go with that instead of embarrassing myself," he smirked, closing the menu. She nodded her head in agreement and they ordered together when the wine came.
"Mulder, please tell me you're not going to be a bull-headed man and refuse to let me pay for half. This is an expensive meal," she lamented.
"I thought my stubbornness was one of my most endearing qualities, Scully," she snorted at him but he continued, "But, I do refuse. Let me spoil you please, you deserve it," he pleaded.
She took a slow sip of her wine, contemplating before relenting, "Fine, but I get to pay next time."
Mulder's heart leapt at her words, "Next time? Wow, this is is by far the most successful impromptu date I've ever had."
"Do you make a habit out of spontaneously asking women out?" she teased.
"Only the redheaded ones I've had a crush on for years," he retorted. It was weird, being able to openly flirt with her without the guise of joking, but he couldn't stop.
Her beaming smile from before make a comeback and she exclaimed, "You have a crush on me?"
He smiled back at her as he said, "Scully, I just revealed my longstanding feelings for you and we're currently on a date, of course I have a crush on you."
"I know, but still. That's so sweet," she boasted, taking another sip of her wine. "I want to thank you by the way."
"I told you, I want to treat you for the ni-"
"No, no, not that. Well, yes thank you for that too," she rambled shyly, "Thank you for finally asking me out."
"Finally?" he prompted.
She rolled her eyes in response, "Mulder, I think it's safe to say this was a long time coming. I don't know if I would have ever gotten up the nerve to ask you out, so I'm glad you took initiative." He was glad they were on the same page. The whole ambiance was an odd juxtaposition of shy nerves at the new development, and the familiar comfort they got from each other.
"Can I ask you something Scully?" he asked, not wanting to break the mood, but wanting to subside his curiosity.
"Hmm?"
"What was the final straw? He said those lewd comments to you, but you stayed. What happened to make you sneak away?"
She was silent for a while and his worry slowly started to return. He was about to ask if she was alright when she sighed. "Um, well. He shoved his hand up my dress and groped up my inner thigh. When I pushed him away he said, 'This is why your partner doesn't want to fuck you.' Under normal circumstances, I would have slapped him and left, but I was embarrassed and wanted to turn the tables on him. I figured waiting for a date that would never return would suffice," she shrugged, filling up her depleted glass with more wine.
There were so many things about what she just admitted that infuriated him. First, he is disrespectful to her, then he fucking gropes her, then he makes a rude and incorrect comment about one of the most important relationships in her life. He was without a doubt going to punch him in the face next time he saw Agent Martin, repercussions be damned. Looking at Scully, he could tell she was still residually embarrassed, he knew they were on the same page about how disgusting that was and that it would do no good for him to get mad right now. "Hey, you have nothing to be embarrassed about," he murmured softly.
"I know," she shrugged again. Her words and her tone of voice didn't really match up.
A thought dawned on him and he had to ask, "Scully, how did you escape? Did you climb out the window?"
He was glad this amused her, even though he had been partly serious, and after a moment of laughter she replied, "No, no, on my way to find a back exit, I guess I looked upset and a busboy asked if I was okay. I told him the gist of what happened and he showed me out the back and promised they'd spit in his food. Then I ran and spent sometime at the Barnes and Noble."
"How come you didn't call me right away? You know I would have come immediately," His response was another shrug, yet again, she wasn't looking at him. "Wait, did his comment about us actually bother you? Because I never said anything akin to that sentiment. He misinterpreted my refusal to sexually objectify you as disinterest."
Now she was looking at him again, her classic eyebrow cocked, expectant of an explanation. He realized she didn't know about his little conversation with Martin earlier and he had been pretending to be oblivious, "Oh, um. Before he asked you out, he caught me watching you through the window and he was making gross comments at your expense. I got mad and he thought we were together because of that. When I said we weren't he decided to ask you out."
"That's why you were acting that way earlier," she stated, realization dawning on her face.
"That and I was jealous," he admitted.
Their food came and brought their conversation to a halt. The food was well worth the hype, and they devoured thier dishes enthusiastically. By the end of the meal, Scully's face was slightly flush from the wine she drank, Mulder stopped after one glass because he had to drive and she finished the rest, but Scully had two, corking the rest so they could 'save it for later.'
This night was filled with spontaneous ideas, because as Scully leaned down to grab a napkin that fell off the table, he saw couples dancing on a dance floor a few feet behind them. He stood up and watched Scully stare at him in confusion. He offered her his hand and motioned for her to look behind her. "Dance with me," he murmured as she turned back around.
He was half expecting that she'd say no, but he was pleasantly surprised when her hand draped his own as she stood up. He guided her by the small of her back, like he had done time and time again, as they made their way to the dancefloor. As soon as he placed his hands on her waist, she nervously confessed, "Mulder, I don't actually know how to dance."
"Good, neither do I," he laughed. She exhaled in relief and locked her hands on his shoulders. For a second they stood their rocking like that, and the saying from his middle school dances, 'save room for Jesus', rang in his mind. Scully must've been thinking the same thing because she closed the space, resting her head on his chest as her hands interlocked on the back of his neck. He slid his hands so they were more on her back as they gentley swayed around.
It was nice. He could feel the gentle warmth of her body and the relaxed rhythm of her breathing. He just enjoyed being able to hold her this close to him with no other reason than that he wanted to. Many couples came and went, multiple different songs played, but Mulder and Scully remained in each others' embrace on the dance floor. Eventually, a fast song played and Scully's head shifted so that her chin was on his chest, looking up at him. "I think that's our signal to leave," she sighed with disappointment.
"Sounds like it," he agreed. "But first I want to try something." He let go of her and turned her around, grabbing an arm. She laughed and immediately recognized what he was trying to do. She spun out once extravagantly before curling back in. He put one hand on the small of her back and the other on the back of her head before dipping her low. She squealed jovially in surprise and clung to his back.
He returned her rightly to her feet, enjoying this unique moment. He hadn't noticed her unwavering stare until he saw it inching closer to his face. As soon as he recognized what she was doing, she was on her tip-toes pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. He snaked his arms around her back and hugged her tightly, relishing in the feel of her soft lips against his own. She tasted like pasta, wine, and Scully. A beautiful combination. When they parted, she looked away in coy modesty. He couldn't help himself and he leaned down and placed light kisses on her cheek, temple, and hairline, nuzzling his face in her tresses to smell her shampoo. "Thank you," he mumbled into her scalp, the sensation making her laugh.
"For what?" she asked.
"For saying yes."
She reclined her head back to look at him and gave him the same sweet smile she gave him when they kissed at New Years. "Always."
They left the restaurant shortly after that and he drove her back to her place, holding her hand the whole time. He didn't know how he was able to go so long without being able to touch her so freely. Her skin was like an addiction and he couldn't let go. He turned off the car and walked her up to her apartment door, the flowers he gave her held with reverence in her hand. They stood outside her door like a couple of teenagers, he was the first to speak up, "I had a great time tonight, Scully."
"Me too," she smirked. She stood up on her toes again and pressed her lips to his, this kiss a bit more fervent and passionate than what was allowed in the restaurant. Her tongue slid over his lip asking for silent permission she was immediately granted. Their tongues roamed all over each others mouths. He felt the little ridges at the top of her mouth as she ran her tongue over the edges of his teeth. Their bottom lips would part as their jaws opened and closed, letting them breathe without breaking the kiss. He didn't know when it happened, but eventually her back was flush against her door as he was ravishing her mouth, their free hands roaming over the other's body. Intermittently when their mouths were open, her breath would be audible in little pants.
He had just inched his hand from her waist to below her hip when a voice interrupted them, "Danielle! First you trudge home at all hours of the night and now you're having intercourse in the middle of the hallway!" Mulder broke off the kiss and turned his head to see an elderly woman glaring at them from the apartment adjacent to Scully's.
"Ms. Vanover, my name's Dana and I'm not engaging in intercourse," she admonished in a breathy voice. Mulder laughed at the absurdity of her sentence and saw her trying not to break her mask of innocent denial.
"Well, we don't want to see it," the woman exclaimed, slamming her door.
Mulder turned to look back at Scully who was currently rolling her eyes. "What a joy."
"Yeah, I guess when her TV's out she must look through the peephole for entertainment," she sighed.
Mulder took a step back and admired Scully's swollen lips and messy hair. He raised her hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of her hand. "Thank you for a beautiful evening, Scully."
"Let's do it again sometime," she replied, opening her door and stepping inside, "Call me."
"Absolutely," he smiled as she shut the door. He couldn't believe how tonight turned out, what started as a night of self-put and sulking had turned into a date with the woman of his dreams. He made it a few self-congratulatory steps down the hallway when he heard Scully's voice call out.
"Wait, Mulder!" he turned around and saw her head peaking out of her door. "I don't mean to be forward, but-" she paused for a second as if mustering up courage, "-do you wanna come in?" Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.
His response was an excited smile and a dance down the hallway until he was in her apartment. She closed the door and latched herself onto him, continuing where they left off in the hallway. She pressed her body flush to his and planted her lips to his, one hand on his back and the other in his hair.
Mulder smiles against her and deepened the kiss. He'd felt it a few times tonight, but the pressure of her tongue against his was titillating and he couldn't get enough. He placed one hand on the small of her back and the other on her bare shoulder blades, pressing her closer to him. Her leg snuck between his and her hip pressed against his groin, making him inadvertently arch into her. He gasped lightly and she took advantage of his distraction, she trapped his tongue in between her lips and sucked on it lightly before sucking on his pouty lip.
His hand snaked a little lower so that it was resting on her ass, he didn't grope, no matter how much he wanted to. He just wanted to test the waters. His other hand ran into her hair, raking his nails against her scalp. She responded by placing kisses along his jawline and suckling the erogenous zone under his ear. He groaned and she let go, looking up at him as she panted, "Is this okay? Am I making you uncomfortable?"
No Scully, you're making me unbearably aroused. "No, not at all. I just don't want you to feel like I'm rushing you into anything," he was panting equally as hard as she was and it was hard for his hands to stay still.
"Do you want this?" she asked, voice demanding he answers honestly.
"God, more than anything," he whined.
"Good, because I've been wanting it for the past seven years, but let's continue somewhere a little more comfortable," she declared with a smile. She's been wanting me the whole time I've been wanting her.
She took his hand, and led him further into her apartment than he was usually allowed. The deeper they got, the stronger her scent became. She pushed open her bedroom door and let go of his hand. She waked over to the bed and quickly tossed an array of clothes into the floor of her closet. "Sorry, I didn't anticipate I'd be seducing you when I left my room a mess," she joked.
While his groin was responding to her phrasing, he realized the clothes that were scattered were an arrangement of pretty, casual dresses. By the looks of it, she had gone through a few outfits before settling on this dress. It was so sweet and it broke his heart how she had been treated after going through all that effort.
She had just thrown the last item into the closet and she turned around with a smile. He took a few steps towards her and grabbed her into his arms. He looked into her eyes, trying to convey every ounce of passion and love his body had to offer. He raised one hand and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, cupping her cheek in his palm afterwards. "Scully, you are so unbelievably beautiful. I feel so honored get to be a part of your life."
He was positive that sweet and embarrassed Scully-smile was his absolute favorite, and he almost didn't want to cover it with his lips. Almost. His lips descended onto hers and the smile felt just as good as it looked. Scully lifted her hands to his chest and started undoing the buttons of his shirt. After every button was undone, she pressed a kiss to his skin. His collarbone, his chest, his abdomen, his bellybutton, his fuck. Scully was on her knees as the last button came off and he could feel her breath against the start of his pubic bone. She started working on his belt and he quickly discarded his shirt.
She slipped the belt out of the loop and undid the button. Every movement of her hands created friction against his bulge. One hard motion made him moan and she snickered while lowering his zipper. He couldn't remember a single thing in his entire life that filled him with more anticipation than this moment. When the zipper was lowered, she pressed a kiss to his hard on through his underwear and he was practically writhing while standing up. He felt her dainty fingers slip under the waistband of his pants and boxers and she pulled down until his cock bobbed in the air in front of her.
He raised his hand to cover his mouth to suppress himself from crying out. She hadn't even touched him yet and he was swimming in pleasure. She looked up at him with sensual eyes as she grabbed him fully. He moaned loudly into his hand and bucked into her touch. She ran her thumb over his head, playing with his precum and started stroking him in eager anticipation. God, he'd always appreciated the dexterity and talent of Scully's hands, but this was a whole new level. Her hand came to a rest at his base and she purred, "Mulder, you're beautiful."
He'd never been particularly self-conscious of his manhood, but hearing the reassurance from Scully made him blush. He looked down in time to see her place gentle kisses all along his shaft before pressing one to his throbbing head. He was just about to smile at the sweetness of her gesture when she unexpectedly winked at him before taking him into her wet mouth. "Oh fuck," he cried so loudly it reverberated off the walls.
She hollowed her cheeks and bobbed her head up and down his length, anything she couldn't take was wrapped firmly in her hand. She moved her head back and ran her tongue up and down his length followed by her swirling her tongue around his tip, playing with the sensitive skin. She took him back in and started sucking him off again, occasionally looking back up at him through thick lashes. He was in nirvana right now; the lips he had spent years yearning for and fantasizing about were currently wrapped around his cock right now. He lost his train of thought as she removed her hand, placing them both with her palms against his hip bones as she deep throated him, until her lips touched his base. She shook her head against him and he felt the tip of his dick rub against the back of her throat.
He felt that familiar hot coiling sensation in his abdomen and he knew he needed to take a break so this didn't end too fast. When she retracted her mouth, he touched his hands to her shoulders to get her attention, "Come 'ere."
She stood up and she was breathing hard and he could see her eyes were watering from resisting her gag reflex. He cupped her face and wiped away the stray tears with the pads of him thumbs before pressing a deep kiss to her lips, tasting himself in her mouth. Without breaking the kiss, he kicked off his pants, socks, and shoes while Scully's hands grabbed at every piece of flesh she could.
He moved onto kissing her neck as he searched her back for a zipper. "N-no zipper," she moaned in pleasure, barely registering anything that wasn't his lips on her neck. He appreciated the heads up and he grabbed the hem of her dress, removing his lips only to discard the dress over her head and throwing it into the closet with the rest. He was beyond happy to see she hadn't been wearing a bra underneath her dress, her milky white breasts pert and rose-budded. He bent down, burying his face in her chest as he wrapped his arms under her ass, picking her up.
She squealed as he tossed her on the bed, draping her body with his own as he placed his mouth hungrily on her left nipple. The sounds of Scully's pleasure were like music to his ears. He ran the tip of his tongue teasingly over her aching mounds. One of his hands snaked down during his ministrations and he slid it under her underwear, being met with her soaking wet center. She keened in pleasure as his hand started exploring, slipping one finger inside her tight heat. He curved his finger, finding her g-spot while he paid attention to her right boob. After a few moments, Scully started writhing against his hand, and it was hard to keep latched to her breast. He stood up and hooked his fingers under the band of her underwear, dragging the silky fabric down her legs.
He tossed the garment aside and placed his hands under her knees. He pulled on her until her body slid down the bed. He got on his knees as her ass was flush to the edge of the bed and he draped each leg over his shoulders. Mimicking what sweet torture she had done to him eariler, he placed a kiss on each inner thigh, the lips of her vulva, her mons, before placing his thumbs on either side of her opening and parting her lips, revealing her beautiful pink center. He looked up and, through the valleys of her breasts, saw her biting her lip and looking at him, her chest heaving with her breath. He placed a sweet kiss to her clit before opening his mouth and lavishing her with attention.
Scully tasted salty and like her own personal musk, it was intoxicating. He ran his tongue up and down her slit before creating a direct suction on her clit. Scully was thrusting against his face, and he had to place a firm hand on her abdomen to keep her in place. He rubbed his lips together as they were clamped on her clit and she started whimpering. It was an experiment finding what she liked best, but from the way her legs were clamping around his head, he was finding it.
He was flicking his tongue back and forth quickly against her when she started grabbing the sheets in anticipation for what was to come. His tongue begged for a break, and a new lungful of air would have done good for him, but he'd be damned before he stopped. After a few more flicks, she violently arched off the bed and cried out, "Oh god, Mulder! Fuck me!" She was convulsing with her orgasm and he could feel her legs quivering against his head. He rode her orgasm with her until she was left panting, running a hand through his hair appreciatively.
He stood up to change his position and she made a move to stand up too, but as soon as her feet planted on the floor, her legs gave out and she started to collapse. Before she fell completely, he grabbed her and hoisted her into his arms bridal style. "A little wobbly there, Scully?" he teased.
"My legs feel like jelly," she laughed. He was filled with pride at the effect he just had on her and he laid her down in the bed, climbing on top of her. She snaked a hand around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss, this time tasting herself on him.
When she felt his erection pressing against her thigh, she spread her legs wide and broke the kiss, smiling at him with a coy gleam in her eyes. His heart was pounding as he grabbed himself, stroking himself a few times to re-lubricate himself before guiding his tip to her entrance. He eased himself in, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust. She was completely aroused and ready from her orgasm, but he knew it'd been a long time for the both of them and it was a tight fit anyway.
When he was buried to the hilt, they took a moment to just breath and cherish the sensation. "Are you okay? Am I hurting you?" he asked, sweat beading at his hairline.
She nodded, lips parted in pleasure, "You feel amazing, you can move." He took her permission and started thrusting into her. She felt like a vice grip around him and he couldn't stop the groans coming out with each movement, it was unbelievable. Scully raised her hips and was rocking herself against him, helping him go deeper than imaginable. Their bodies were melding into one and their pleasure was engulfing them both.
Scully wrapped her hands around his neck and he pivoted his hips so he would hit her g-spot he had located earlier, a gesture she was extremely happy with based on the cries coming out of her mouth that matched his perfectly. "Harder," she growled through clenched teeth, and he was more than willing to oblige. Summoning all the endurance he had, he placed his hands on either side of her head and trust into her without holding back, making the bed hit the wall with loud bangs, not that you'd be able to hear it over the sound of Scully's second orgasm washing over her. He didn't relent up until she placed a hand on his chest, signalling she was getting overstimulated. He slowed his place to softer thrusts as he kissed her neck.
He had been on edge since the hallway and he knew he couldn't last much longer. She had come down from her orgasm and was thrusting against him again. He felt his balls start to tighten and he panted out, "Scully, I'm going to cum soon, where do you-"
"Just let me know when you're ready and you can come in my mouth," she moaned against his skin.
He groaned at her words and bucked into her a few more times before pulling out, grabbing his cock and squeezing at the base to hold off until she was laying in front of him, taking him in her mouth once more. She bobbed her head a few times and he spurted hotly into the back of her throat. "S-cully," he cried, stroking her hair as she sucked everything he had to offer. When he was done, she let him fall out of her mouth, licking him clean as she swallowed. It was unbearably hot.
They collapsed onto the bed in a heap of sweaty limbs, holding each other tightly. "That was well worth the wait," she gasped, breathless.
"It was everything I dreamed an more," he confessed. Never would he have anticipated Scully was so uninhibited in bed. He knew she was a sensual being, but he supposed the catholic upbringing threw him off.
They were kissing softly when a knock on the door interrupted them. "What time is it?" he asked as she slipped off the bed, grabbing a robe.
"Nearing midnight," she shrugged, tightening the sash. He stood up and slipped on his boxers, wanting to come with her to see who it could be at this time.
Neither of them were prepared to see the police standing on the other side of the door.
"May I help you?" she asked with trepidation.
"Sorry ma'am, we're here to follow up on a noise complaint," one of the officers said, blush tinting his cheeks at their state of undress and the obvious cause of the complaint.
Simultaneously, Mulder and Scully peaked their head out the door and looked towards the adjacent apartment, seeing the crotchety old woman standing proudly with an irritated look on her face, "No one wants to hear it either!"
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