Author's Notes: WOW, the final Scully POV chapter. This series has been so much fun to write and I've met so many fantastic people through it. Thank you so much for your words of encouragement and support. I feel (hope) that I've become a better writer through these series, and I am so happy people responded so well to my little drabblings. Once more, I hope you enjoy!
Zest: (noun) great enthusiasm and energy.
She didn't know how many times she had to tell Mulder she forgave him and reassure him she knew it was an accident. "Scully, I am so, so sorry," his voice lamented, breaking her out of her train of thought. Apparently, the answer was a thousand times too many.
They'd been chasing what Mulder insisted was a phantom, and what authorities later told them was a punk-ass teenager in a costume. Regardless, in the moment, Mulder and her had been bounding up the stairs of an obnoxiously large mansion. The staircase probably consisted of thirty to forty stairs and they were a little too steep to be comfortable. Mulder was running up them with reckless abandon in front of her, shouts of "Come on, Scully. Get those little legs moving," egging her on. When they were almost at the top, Mulder's foot caught on the step and he fell forward onto the lip of a step. He reached out his hands and caught himself easily. She, however, was not that lucky.
Having been running directly behind him as fast as she could. She didn't notice his slip up, so she immediately collided with him and the impact sent her flying backwards. Her foot fell off the step and she had she had that sensation of her gut bottoming out in dread. Her arms flew out to grab onto something, which ended up being her downfall. Her right arm was at such an awkward angle when her body first came in contact with the step that the force snapped it, the 'crack' creating a grotesque harmony with her scream. Her arm hurt so bad that attempting to catch herself became futile, she just continued tumbling down the stairs, vaguely hearing Mulder shout her name. At one point she remembered hitting the back of her head on the edge of a step, but she forgot what happened after that.
The next thing she remembered was Mulder hovering over her, looking absolutely panicked. "Scully, Scully, are you with me?" He was cupping her cheek with one hand and brushing her hair back with the other, his eyes almost constantly magnetized to her arm. Which, now that attention was drawn to it, hurt like hell. She let out a little whimper of pain that seemed to both relieve and worry him simultaneously. "Scully, I am so sorry. I didn't know you were that close behind me," his voice was laced with grief and his face was contorted in sorrow.
"I-ss no-yer faul," she slurred. She meant to say 'it's not your fault', but if she had to guess, and if the pain at the back of her skull was any indication, she had a concussion.
Mulder's eyes widened and he looked, if possible, even more concerned than he had just been. "Scully?"
"I 'it mm-my 'ead," she tried to lift her right arm to gesture to it, but the pain was too sharp, making her cry out. It was so bad that tears started to brim in her eyes despite her effort to hold them at bay.
"I'm sorry, Scully. We have to get you to the hospital. Can you stand, are your legs okay?" He asked.
She eased herself up after wiggling her toes and the fingers she could, testing mobility. The world seemed to rush around her a little bit, but she was able to get on her feet, relying heavily on Mulder for support. It was when she tried to take a step that her success was short lived. When one foot went up, her whole body came crashing down. Or, it would have, had Mulder not taken the initiative to swoop her into his arms bridal-style. "I got you, Scully. I got you, I'm going to take you somewhere safe, okay?"
She nodded and leaned against the hollow of his neck. He was walking with absolute care and caution, trying his best to jostle her as minimally as was possible. He was able to get her into the car and to the hospital with the least amount of discomfort possible. The whole time, Mulder kept repeating that he was sorry and was constantly fussing over things he could do to make her feel better; adjusting her seat, fixing the temperature, rolling down the window, but the only thing he ended up truly having to do was pull over so she could throw up on the side of the road. He stood behind her and held her hair back as he rubbed circles into her back with words of comfort.
When they got to the hospital her suspicions were confirmed; she had a concussion and a fractured shoulder, but aside from some other bumps and bruises, she was fine. They were there for about an hour, getting all the odds and ends covered, and, after a while, her speech stopped being slurred, she wasn't vomiting anymore, and she was more steady. After her arm was examined and placed in a sling, the doctor left for a moment to get her some medicine to ease the pain. She turned over to look at Mulder, who had been sitting quietly in a chair by the wall this whole time.
If there was one thing years of partnership had taught her, it was how to spot a sulking Mulder. "Mulder," she sang, prompting him to look at her. "Is everything okay?"
He chuckled, with no humor behind it, "You shouldn't be asking me that. Scully, I almost killed you."
She laughed at the absurdity of his statement, "Mulder, don't be ridiculous, you didn't do anything to me."
He looked at her like she had grown a second head, "Scully, I made you fall down the stairs and you broke your arm and have a severe concussion."
"No, Mulder. I was running too close to you and I bumped into you, who had also tripped. Also, no, I fractured my shoulder and I got a mild concussion. I'll be fine," she reiterated.
He didn't look comforted and just sighed, running a hand through his hair. He let his hand fall back into his lap with a thud and he looked directly at her, "You could have easily snapped your neck, you could have hit your head so hard that the impact alone killed you,-" His voice got choked at the end and he looked down in his lap. Even from here, Scully could see he was getting emotional.
"Hey, hey, hey," she rushed, slipping off the exam table so she could stand by him. She wrapped her good arm around him, pulling his head flush against her abdomen, and his arms snaked around her to pull her closer.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled into her blouse. She could feel a little dampness on her belly, and she knew he was crying. Even though it didn't turn out to be that bad of an accident, she knew Mulder was beating himself up. He did everything in his power everyday to keep her healthy and safe, knowing that he inadvertently hurt her was probably killing him. If she reversed the situation, she understood. He was the most important person in the world to her, she remembered the lingering guilt she had every time he would grimace after she shot him, and he was right, this fall really could have killed her. She was lucky.
She kissed the top of his head and whispered, "The only thing hurting me right now is knowing you blame yourself. Can't we both just recognize this was an accident and count our blessings?"
She didn't get an answer because the doctor came back, giving her a small bottle of pain pills and admittance papers. "Um, what are these for?" she asked, holding the clipboard up.
"Dr. Scully, you have a concussion. I know I don't have to tell you how closely monitored that needs to be."
"I know, I know, get plenty of rest and be checked on every hour or two through the night. I understand. I'll set an alarm, check myself, and I'll be fine," she rambled. She knew she fit the stereotype that doctors made the worst patients, but she just wanted to go back to their motel.
"But Dr. Scully, if you're not okay, you won't wake up. I'm sorry, I really must insist-"
"I'll do it," Mulder exclaimed from his chair, causing both Doctors in the room to turn to him. "I'll set an alarm and check on her all night, it's the least I can do."
She didn't know if it was Mulder's zest or her attitude, but the Doctor sighed and relented. The doctor instructed Mulder to wake her up every hour and a half, check her pupils for dilation and get a coherent sentence out of her. Mulder regarded the information studiously, and shortly thereafter, they were released.
Scully thanked Mulder for helping her out and they drove back to the motel in companionable silence. She didn't know if it was exhaustion or if he was still pouting, but he looked a bit dejected. She held his hand, which was resting in the middle console, and squeezed it in reassurance. He looked over at her and gave her a sweet smile, seemingly happier. She didn't move her hand for the rest of the ride.
Eventually, they got back and Mulder helped Scully into her room. Even though she was a little tired, she was excited to wash off the stress of the day in a nice hot shower. However, when she voiced this, she was met with unexpected resistance.
"Scully, are you sure that's the best idea?" he asked, not wanting to irritate her, but wanting to voice his concern.
"I feel gross, I just really need this. It won't be long," she explained, turning on the bathroom light before returning to the bed.
"Do you need any help?" his tone lacked the suggestiveness the words implied. She felt herself getting a little unnecessarily flustered and she had to think about this rationally.
"Could you turn around and if I do need any help I'll ask?" she offered. He turned around with an eager nod and she started her attempt to disrobe. Her jacket was already off from the hospital visit and she moved her left hand to the top of her shirt, trying to undo the buttons. Trying being the operative word. It seemed easy in theory, but in practice, her left hand didn't have the same muscle memory, the buttons were small, and the task was hard with just one hand.
She let out a frustrated sigh and she saw Mulder instinctively move to turn around before stopping himself. "Okay, I do need your help, I'm sorry."
"Scully, don't be sorry," he lamented, moving towards her. "I'll do whatever you need."
"I can't undo these buttons, I think that's all I need," she explained. All the sudden she was having a harder time looking at him and she knew a light blush was tainting her cheeks, but she still kept her professional demeanor as much as she could with this exceeding vulnerability.
"No problem," he reassured. He started with the top button and she could see he was being shy. He looked like he wanted to keep his eyes on the task, but was nervous it would look like his gaze was leering at her, especially when his eyes widened on the button that revealed she wasn't wearing anything but her nude bra under her button up. The awkward nervous tension was also heightened by the fact that, for once, Mulder was silent. She could imagine all the innuendos and flirtations that would be thrown her way under normal circumstances, but he was being reserved since he felt so guilty.
He was lightly pulling the shirt way so that his fingers wouldn't accidentally graze her bare skin. The amount of dedication to making her feel comfortable, though unnecessary, was absolutely endearing. Once he got to the bottom of her shirt. He unclipped her sling temporarily and helped her slide out of her shirt. "Are you going to wear the sling?" he asked.
"No, I'm going to wrap my arm in plastic and use some stretchy gauze around my neck," she informed. He nodded and threw the sling with her shirt and moved to turn around again. "Wait-," she said, stopping him. "My pants."
He swallowed and nodded again, continuing to be uncharacteristically silent. He moved back in front of her and moved his hands to her waist, sliding part of the belt out of the pant loops so he could unbuckle it, sliding it all the way off when it was free. Then he popped the button out of her pants and slid her zipper down.
Now she was acting just as flustered as he was, trying to keep her breathing under control as she tried to find something in the room to focus on instead of the man undressing her. There was no way to avoid the touching here. He looped his thumbs under the waistband of her pants and helped them fall down her legs, keeping the waist open so she could step out of them. Now she was just in her bra and underwear, and Mulder was completely avoiding looking at her. She would have been a little offended in his seeming disinterest if it wasn't for the slight tent she could see in his pants reassuring her otherwise.
"Thank you, Mulder. I've got it from here. I'll be quick."
"Take your time. Be safe, I'll be out here. Holler if you need anything," he replied in a slightly strained voice.
She grabbed her plastic, gauze, and towel and slid into the bathroom. While in there, she unclasped her bra, struggling slightly, eased out of her panties, and fixed up her arm with the utmost care before stepping in the small shower. She turned on the spray and was relieved when it came out hot without needing to warm up. She sighed and let the warm water hit her aching body.
Scully leaned down and awkwardly got a dollop of shampoo into her hand, leaving the bottle uncapped. She reached up and started massaging the liquid into a lather on her head. It was all going good, but then some of the foam eased down her face and got into her eyes. She cursed silently and moved to turn around so she could rinse out her eyes. However, her foot landed on some spilled shampoo and, yet again, Scully found herself losing the fight against gravity.
She screamed out, "Fuck," as she slipped and landed on her ass, miraculously keeping her damaged arm safe. The other arm had darted out and grabbed the shower curtain in an attempt to stabilize her, sending the bar crashing down into the shower with her. All the while, she was still blind from the shampoo.
She was too busy trying to recover to hear Mulder barge in until she heard his voice reverberate in the room as he turned off the water. "Oh my god, Scully are you okay?"
Her eyes were still shut as she wrapped the shower curtain around her naked chest. "I got shampoo in my eyes and then I slipped," she whined.
"Can I help you up?" he asked.
"Please," she sighed, holding out her left arm. He grabbed her arm and wrapped one of his own around her back, helping her up to sit on the ledge, her legs still in the tub. "Can you hand me a towel?" Within a second of asking, she felt a cloth being placed in her outstretched hand. She brought it to her face and wiped the offending suds out of her eyes before handing it back.
The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was the transparent shower curtain she had forgotten about, doing absolutely nothing to help her modesty. The second thing she saw was Mulder doing his best impression of a tomato. "Are you okay though?" he asked again, not looking at her.
"Yeah, just a bruised ego," she sighed. She stood up, being he wasn't looking. When she was up, she used her slinged arm to cover her breasts and used her free hand to keep her little tuft of red hair out of his view. "Um, Mulder, could you do me a favor and put the rod back up?"
Now he did look at her, one fleeting glance to her body before staring at her face with a look of incredulous shock. "Scully, you're really going to try again? You were in here for less than a minute before falling. You have a concussion, you're not steady right now."
"Mulder, I have shampoo in my hair and I need to finish. I haven't been able to take a shower in three days because we were chasing ghosts," she sighed in frustration.
She regretted the last comment a bit when his face took on an expression of guilt for the thousandth time tonight. "I'm sorry," he replied, even though he'd said it more times than she could count, it never lost its sincerity. She knew Mulder was still blaming himself for everything that had happened to her in the last few hours.
"Mulder, I don't know how many times I have to tell you, It wasn't your fault. I just want to take a shower and lay down," she explained.
"Scully, I'm not going to lie. I'm worried you're just going to fall again. You don't need anymore injuries," he joked, but his words were serious. She stopped for a second and really took in his disheveled appearance. To be honest, he looked like shit.
"Mulder, when was the last time you took a shower?" she asked.
"About four days ago-" he answered, his entire being freezing in shock at the implications of her question. He stood with his mouth slightly open, looking like a deer in headlights, not making another move until he was sure he was understanding her correctly.
"It would kill two birds with one stone," she mumbled, trying to get over her own embarrassment for the sake of practicality. "I mean, we're adults. We've seen each other naked before, and you'd stop me from injuring myself further," she shrugged nonchalantly, as if she wasn't trying to convince her partner of seven years to share a shower with her.
"I don't want to make you uncomfortable," was all he said, she couldn't fully decipher his emotions right now, that stupidly adorable deer in headlights look still masking his face.
"Mulder, I'm the one who suggested it. I wouldn't ask if I was uncomfortable," she laughed. She got serious again and added, "I mean, but I also don't want to make you uncomfortable, so if you'd rather not I-"
"No, no, I'm fine. I just wanted to make sure," he stammered, moving to put the shower curtain and rod back up.
"Good, good," she swallowed, nodding her head casually. Now they were separated by the shower curtain and she could see him whip off his shirt and toss it on the counter, doing the same with his pants. She realized she was gawking and glanced back at the shower. Curiosity only allowed that to happen for a moment before she was looking back, seeing he was already pulling the curtain back. "Are you wearing your boxers in the shower?" she asked.
"Um, yeah. Uh, I just-" he stumbled.
She realized he was doing it to keep a future erection from stabbing at her in the close quarters and to help ease any impending embarrassment. She laughed lightly and singaled for him to stop. "Ah, no it's fine. I get it."
He looked relieved that he didn't have to say it outloud as he stepped in the shower behind her. He reached behind him and turned on the shower, the hot stream hitting them both once again. She was facing the wall, about to reach up to rinse out her hair, when Mulder beat her to it. She felt his fingers tentatively come up to her hair and he started massaging circles into her scalp, taking caution of the knot on her head, the suds running down her back. She couldn't remember the last time someone else washed her hair for her, it had to have been years. God it feels good. She let her eyes close and she reclined her head, giving him full access.
He ran his hands over her the length of hair for a minute, making sure to get everything out before he reached for the conditioner, running it through her hair with equal care. Once it was in, he reached down for the body wash, letting the conditioner sit for a moment. "Do you want me to wash your back while you get the rest?" he asked.
His voice pulled her out of her daze and she mumbled a soft, "Mhm." She extended her left hand and he poured a generous amount of the Vanilla Honey body wash onto her hand. She heard him get some himself before shutting the lid and setting it back down. She put her hand on her chest and started rubbing it around as he worked on her back, being sensitive to her shoulder. She had to concentrate to avoid getting too distracted by Mulder's hands.
He was giving her an impromptu back massage and it felt great. His hands felt erotic against her naked wet skin, as he moved down his fingers were curved around her sides as his thumbs kneaded her back. She felt her nipples poke against her forearm and she tried to shake off the arousal gripping her and she leaned down just a little to wash her thighs and, quickly, her crotch. She felt like an exhibitionist touching herself in front of Mulder, even if it wasn't particularly sexual in nature. "It smells like you," he commented absentmindedly.
"Thank you," she responded breathily. His hands got to right above where her back ended and her ass began when he removed them, washing them off before returning to her hair. He continued his ministrations to get the conditioner fully out. His nails scraped against her head, and she knew her body was breaking out in goosebumps, despite the heat of the water. Her scalp had always been an erogenous zone for her and, after he hit a particularly sensitive spot, she accidentally moaned in her mouth. She'd like to think he didn't hear it over the roar of the water, but from the way he went over that spot again hoping for an encore, she hadn't been that lucky.
After a moment of pure bliss, he got all the conditioner out and let her go, much to her chagrin. "Is there anything else you need help with?" he shouted loudly to be heard.
She turned around to face him, taking note of the way his eyes flicked downwards quickly, also noting when he saw hers do the same, and asked, "Could you wash my face?"
He looked surprised but nodded, reaching down and grabbing her blue Clean and Clear. He applied a liberal amount to his hands, rubbing them together before he shielded her from the spray of the water and started massaging her face. He'd touched her face plenty of times over the years, but this felt special. His entire focus was on her and his touch was nothing short of reverence.
She had stood there for a second just watching him admire her, but his gaze was too powerful and she decided to close her eyes and enjoy it instead. He moved like an expert, rubbing over her forehead, her t zone, her cheeks, her chin, but then he hesitated for a second. He cupped her face and traced the curve of her lip with the pads of his thumbs. The action caused her to peek open her eyes and she saw his gaze focused intently on her lips, she inadvertently parted them and her breath hit his thumbs. She felt him move and she shut her eyes before he caught her staring.
He must've grabbed a hand towel because she felt wet cloth touch her face, wiping away the skin cleanser off her face. She felt like she was being baptized by him and she knew a doofy smirk was tugging on her lips. She couldn't help it, she was just so comfortable right now. She opened her eyes when the towel left her face and she saw him draping the fabric over the rod. "How do you feel?" he asked.
"Squeaky clean," she replied honestly. Mulder smiled at her and turned off the water. He slid the curtain open and offered her his hand for support so she could get out. As soon as she was safely on the other side, she grabbed the towel she'd laid out and wrapped it around her, turning around to see Mulder still in the shower. "Are you coming?"
"Um actually, I thought I'd finish up in here while you get dressed and what not," he answered.
She was about to ask what he needed to finish up with, but one glance down to his raised boxers was answer enough. "Okay, sounds good," she replied sweetly, not wanting to embarrass him. She was in the same boat, hers just wasn't visible.
She left the bathroom and let out a big sigh. She just took a naked shower with Mulder. Jesus, if Dana Scully from seven years ago even thought of doing that, she'd die on the spot. This Dana Scully wanted to rush back in and join him again. She wandered over to her suitcase and pulled out her pyjamas; a large Radiohead t-shirt and a pair of underwear. While she normally may have been a little shy, this outfit was a habit compared to how he just saw her.
As she got out her clothes, she heard the unmistakable sound of his soaking boxers plopping to the floor followed by the sound of skin slapping skin. She wasn't surprised, but it was still equal parts shocking and arousing. He was masturbating after seeing her naked. He was probably thinking about her. The thought brought a smile to her lips.
Scully removed the plastic and gauze of her makeshift sling. She was very, very cautious as she eased her delicate arm on the whole of the short and maneuvered the rest of her body to follow. Next came the sling, followed by her underwear, which were a dark green, bikini cut, revealing half of her ass. The whole time she was changing, she could hear the sounds of muffled pants and wet friction. As she moved her suitcase off the bed, she heard a particularly loud slap and a poorly disguised cough. That didn't take long, he'd been close.
The water shut off and she started brushing her hair. Looking at her bag, she realized she left her bra and underwear in the bathroom, and simultaneously remembered he didn't have a change of clothes nor did she remember if he even had a towel in there. Wanting to be on the safe side, she jogged to his room, got out a pair of yellow boxers she'd seen him sleep in before, and ran back at the same time he called out her name.
"I got you some clothes," she responded, walking through the adjoining door. When she saw him, he had a white towel draped loosely across his hips, revealing the top of his tantalizing pelvic muscles. She almost looked away when she realized, under the circumstances, that would be ridiculous.
"Thanks, I was worried when I didn't see you," he replied appreciatively, taking the clothes out of her hands.
"Thank you for all you've done for me tonight." They smiled at each other and the shroud of sexual tension they usually had seemed exponentially thicker. Per usual, she was the first one to break it. "Um, so, I think I'm going to go to bed," she laughed out of nerves.
"Oh, uh, me too. I'm going to set my alarm though. Every hour and a half, right?" He asked for clarification, even though she knew damn well he committed her medical advice to memory.
"Yep, thanks for doing that again."
"I just want to make sure you're okay," he whispered sweetly.
She grinned and looked away, "I'll see you at 1:30," she quipped.
He winked and strutted back to his room, leaving the door cracked open like they'd been recently doing nowadays. She walked over to her bed, turned off the light, and collapsed onto the foamy mattress, succumbing to sleep almost instantaneously.
The next thing she knew, Mulder was running a finger over her cheek singing her name. "Scully-Scully-bo-Bully-banana-fo-Fully-f-" she groaned to cut him off and he laughed at her disgruntled state. "Sorry, Doctors orders. I'm going to turn on the light, so watch your eyes." From behind her eyelids, she saw the room brighten and she opened her eyes slowly, letting herself adjust. The first thing her eyes focused on was Mulder sitting on the bed next to her, his muscular chest illuminated like a granite statue in a museum. "I know my body can be distracting, but I need you to look at my eyes for just a sec, then feel free to return to your appreciation," he teased with a wink.
She felt her face get hot and she looked into his eyes, noting the amusement in their depths. He continued to look at her for a while, long enough that she started to get concerned they might actually be dilated and the concussion got worse. Then she saw his face adopt a shiteating grin and he smirked, "Just as beautiful as I remember." She noted that he looked as tired as she felt, and she was going to blame that on why he was being an unabashed flirt right now. "Now I just need a coherent, non-slurred sentence and you can return to sleep for the next hour and a half."
"Can you be this flirty at a decent hour?" she requested. If he could be this amorous under the guise of sleepiness, so could she.
"You bet I can. Decent and even more indecent hours, as you'll see at three," he laughed. He leaned down and placed a kiss to her cheek before turning out the light and heading to his room. She fell back asleep immediately, though not as soundly.
He came back to her room almost immediately, this time instead of sitting on the bed, he lifted the covers and slid underneath with her, kissing her cheek until she turned towards him. She cracked open her eyelids and leaned forward, capturing his lips in a sensual kiss. He placed one hand on the side of her head and deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing her own with a mix of light and hard pressures, always keeping her surprised. The hand that wasn't in her hair snaked down between them, under the elastic of her panties, and slipped in between her soaking wet folds, smiling in pride against her lips at the discovery.
"Are you wet for me?" he asked against her lips.
"Uh-huh," she moaned incoherently. He started flicking his finger against her clit and she started thrusting against his hand, desperate for this pressure to release. When she was close, he slid out from under the sheets and stood next to the bed, causing her to groan loudly in sexual frustration.
"Scully," he called out. She arched her back and ground her hips against the bed a bit, trying to get some more friction. She peeked her eyes a little through the darkness and saw him standing over her. She grabbed his wrist and whined in a husky voice laced with sleep and sexuality, "Mulder, come back to bed. Please."
"Scully?" he repeated in confusion, his voice sounding a lot louder and clearer than it just had. Her eyes snapped fully open this time and she saw the red lights flashing '3:00.' She realized in embarrassment that none of that was real, but the pulsating need in her crotch was.
He must've seen her eyes darting around because his voice took on a note of pure worry, "Scully, are you disoriented?"
"Um, uh, n-no, I was just, just dreaming," she wanted to slap herself for the Freudian slip, but Mulder seemed more concerned about the stuttering of her sentence.
He turned on the light and sat next to her, the light being so bright she had to turn away. He gently cupped her face and turned her head his way. "Scully, I need you to look at me."
His touching and closeness really wasn't helping her flustered state, but she opened her eyes anyway. Only, to be met with absolute concern. "Scully, you're eyes are dilated, or at least, I think they are? Do we need to go to the hospital? I can just-" he started rambling but the embarrassment in her head was louder. They are dilated because I'm aroused after a dream of you finger fucking me.
He was still going on when she raised her good hand to signal him to stop, "No, no, Mulder. I'm fine. They're just dark because I was sleeping."
"You were sleeping last time and they didn't look like this. You were moaning and writhing too, does your arm hurt? Do you need more medicine? You look flushed, are you sure you're fine? Or is it your weird 'I'm fine' you say when you're actually not fine," he was speaking a mile a minute and Scully wanted to dissolve into the bed.
"Mulder, I told you. I was just dreaming. See, I'm speaking clearly, and my eyes maybe a little dilated, but they aren't blown, that's what would be a bad sign," she elaborated, just wishing to dispel his worry so she could pretend like he didn't just see her having a full fledge sex dream.
He didn't say anything, just looked at her like he looked at a case file when he made a new development. She stayed totally still, watching the way his eyes carefully took inventory of her status. "Was it a nightmare?" he asked, an unreadable tone.
"No, no, nothing like that," she reassured. "Just a nice dream." Her eyes unintentionally raked over his lean body, recalling all too well how it felt in her dream. When her eyes went back to his face, she realized he had caught her staring and was grinning at her. Like a lion who'd wandered into a pen of lambs; predatory and hungry. The look sent a bolt of arousal straight to her already soaked crotch.
"You told me to come back to bed," he stated proudly.
Fuck.
"D-Did I?" she questioned lamely.
"Yes. Yes you did," he cooed, leaning a bit closer to her, eyes flickering down to her throat as she gulped. "So, you were saying it was a nice dream?"
God, she was so aroused, and the way he was looking at her was doing nothing to alleviate that fact. The professional side of her told her to tell him to go back to his room, to tell him they had gone too far tonight. The rational side of her told her to tell him exactly what made that dream so nice, to tell him they'd been dancing around fate for years and her feet were getting tired. "It was a very nice dream," she whispered coyly.
"What was it about?" he asked, a fire lit behind his eyes.
"It was about the same thing you were imagining while you finished up your shower," she stated with a mixture of teasing and lust.
She saw his adam's apple bob in his neck as her seemed to scoot closer to her on the bed. He looked at her with excited anticipation, but clearly not wanting to get his hopes up too high in case she shut down this banter, which probably seemed too good to be true, "Could I get a reminder? I've always been a bit of a kinesthetic learner."
Without breaking eye contact, she reached for his malleable hand and led it closer to her. It started on her chest, where the comforter began. Her fingers interlaced with his, pressing it palm down on her body, she led it down past the sheet, sliding down her abdomen. She watched him as he watched their hands, transfixed. Her guidance continued down to the elastic band of her bikini underwear. Without taking her hand off his, she lifted the band and eased his hand further down with her, causing him to gasp. They trailed through the short curls of her pubic hair until they met her throbbing wetness. This time Mulder moaned, but she could barely hear it over her own.
The feel of his fingers, so much larger than her own, cupping her sex was pleasurable beyond her wildest dreams. She felt his fingers take initiative and they curved against her, brushing against her clit and causing another gasp to leave her lips. "There was a bit before this, but this was the focal point of mine. I don't know about yours, but I don't remember much after this since I was rudely interrupted," she jokingly pouted.
Mulder was moving his fingers teasingly against her, clearly enjoying the way she burrowed into the bed to get closer to his hand. "That's a shame, I remember a lot more." He leaned down so his face was hovering over hers. "I could fill you in on how it ended, if you'd like?" How like Mulder, she shoves his hand down her underwear and he still needs her complete reassurance.
She smiled up at him, "I'd love it if you filled me in," she cheekily breathed, playing with the words. It earned her a smile she barely got to see since his mouth quickly descended onto hers. She opened her mouth, deepening the kiss and he eagerly joined her. His fingers continued circling around her rosy bud and she moaned into his mouth before biting his lip teasingly. He kissed her jaw before moving down to suckle at her neck, nipping at the pulse point under his mouth. With the unpreoccupied hand, he threw the covers back and repositioned himself in between her legs. Never stopping either of his ministrations.
She whimpered in pleasure at the overwhelming stimulations her body was having right now and it caused him to pull back a little. "Scully, is this going to hurt your arm? I can wait if we need to," he panted, looking down at her with concern superseding the lust taking residency.
She would die on the spot if he stopped now. "I can't," she sighed sensually, grinding her hips into his hand, "It'll be fine, we'll just have to be mindful of it."
He beamed like a kid in a candy store and licked his lips, "Well it's a good thing the next part of my fantasy doesn't involve jostling it at all." She was about to ask what he meant when he started kissing his way down her t-shirt clad torso while easing her underwear down her legs at the same time. Oh please, please, please, please. She continued this silent mantra in her head as he placed his hands on her knee caps and spread her legs as wide as they'd go, revealing her sopping wet, swollen arousal. "Oh, fuck," he praised, drawing out the last word.
He moved so he was laying on his stomach, his arms wrapped around her thighs and his mouth inches from where it was meant to be. Please, please, please. She couldn't even tell if this was still in her head or if she was crying out loud. She was delirious with desire. He let out a breath and it felt cool on her wetness. She was gripping onto the sheet next to her with her good hand and he hadn't even put his mouth on her ye-oh fuck.
Now that one was definitely out loud. Mulder was currently sucking on her clit with perfect intent. God, this man drove her crazy. He let go of her clit and moved his tongue down to slide inside her, curving a bit to hit that rough patch at the top of her interest. She was unabashedly whining now as his jaw worked wonders against her. While his tongue was plunging in and out of her at a superhuman rate, his nose was rubbing back and forth against her clit. She had to stop herself from grinding herself against his face in fear of suffocating him.
Apparently she wasn't resisting the urge too well because Mulder's grip around her legs tightened to keep her in place. His tongue trailed back up and returned to her clit, flicking back and forth at a rapid pace. She was definitely rolling her hips up and down on the bed and she was whimpering his name with mixes of 'please' and 'oh my god' intermittently. His lips closed around her knub once more and he sucked while flicking his tongue and shaking his head. She threw her head back on the bed and screamed in ecstasy. This had to be the most powerful orgasm of her entire life, and she was literally seeing stars. Her legs were violently quivering from the power and he rubbed them lightly as he continued to lick her through the entirety. When her legs stopped quivering, he removed his mouth and kissed his way back up to her, placing an opened mouth kiss to her lips when he was all the way back up. She tasted exquisite on his lips, he must've thought the same thing from the way he wiped her juices off with his fingers, only to lick them clean. Jesus Christ.
His hands moved to the hem of her shirt and she felt his erection probe her prominently on her thigh. As he was delicately easing her shirt up over her breasts, tucking it under her sling, she raised her thigh and presses sensually against his cock. He froze and a guttural moan escaped his mouth as he ground into her. Even from this angle, she could feel how impressive he was and her abdomen started tingling with the knowledge that it would be inside her soon.
Under normal circumstances, she'd want to fully repay him for that magnificent experience he just gave her, but her injury did give her enough hands for all she'd want to do to him. Maybe later. The knowledge that they had finally broached this step in their relationship brought an ecstatic smile to her face.
He kissed the upward curve of her lip before asking, "Care to share with the class?"
She kissed him sweetly and answered, "I was just thinking of all the things I'm going to do to you when I have full use of both hands. Then I was smiling because I can say 'that I'm going to do' no wishes or hypotheticals."
The admittance she wanted more made a rivaling smile break out on his face. He leaned down and kissed her passionately, getting drunk off each other. When they had to break apart for air he panted, "I've wanted this for so long. I love you so much."
She reached up and ran her hand through his messy hair, "I love you too." If Mulder's smile was now threatening to rip his face. "Let's not wait any longer, we've waited long enough," she whispered, thrusting her hips against him once more.
He didn't need to be told twice, and he quickly removed his boxers, letting his massive boner spring free. She snaked a leg around him and pulled him closer. He looked down in between them as he grabbed himself, guiding the tip of his erection to her entrance. He rubbed it up and down her slit once to coat himself with her wetness. She moaned when his tip grazed against her still sensitive clit, which he immediately took note of. He tapped it lightly against her a few times making her exhale a shaky laugh, "Don't tease me."
He chuckled at her before guiding himself to where they both needed. He leaned down once more to kiss her as he eased into her. The kiss was short lived because they both gasped in pleasure. He felt incredible. It had been a while, so she was a little sore but he was being gentle and she was well lubricated from her prior orgasm. Mulder's brow was furrowed and he was biting his lip as he went as deep as he could. When he was all the way in, he stopped and asked her in a strained voice, "Am I hurting you?"
She immediately shook her head, "No, but you're torturing me. Please move."
"So bossy," he teased. Before she could respond, he pulled out and pushed back in, causing them both to moan. They'd waited years for this, and it was exceeding either of their wildest expectations. With her arm, their safest bet was missionary, but neither of them were complaining. For the first time, they were getting to see what one another looked like in the throes of desire.
Mulder set a steady pace and started thrusting into her unwaveringly. He moved his mouth down and captured a nipple between his lips. He didn't slow down, which she thought would have made latching on hard, but it just added to her pleasure. The gyrations of his lips against her bouncing breasts made her eyes practically roll into the back of her head. Just like he had done with her clit, he started flicking his tongue back and forth against the peak. She felt every movement of his tongue in her clit, now having been made acquaintances, the sensations were not forgettable.
She started getting sweaty from rocking against him and he let go of her other nipple after spending some time with it, and he ran the flat of his tongue along the valley in between her breasts, lavishing in the salty skin. While the pace had been great for getting comfortable, her body started demanding more.
"Mu-ld-er?" she breathed, her voice coming out choppy between the thrusts.
"Yeah?" he asked, slowing down ever so slightly, making her body scream out in protest.
"Harder." Apparently she couldn't form a sentence anymore, internally laughing at the irony.
He bared his teeth in a predatory smirk, "Can do." Ugh, fuck.
He placed his hands on either side of her head and he started thrusting faster and harder, making her cry out in appreciation. Her good arm moved so it was clutching onto his shoulder, through her haze she considered that she may be digging her nails into him, but he seemed a little preoccupied in this moment. He was growling animalistically and it made her abdomen tighten in desire.
Her breasts were bouncing almost pornographically from the shockwaves of his thrusts and he spent a good amount of time admiring them. After a moment, he leaned down and started lavishing her neck with affection once more. She knew she'd be covered in marks in the morning, but she frankly didn't care about anything other than the man inside her right now. He bit down on her neck playfully and she groaned and let her head loll to the side, giving him better access. Her hand eased up his neck so it was ensnared in his hair. He lightly collapsed on her, but still kept his powerful thrusts, when she raked her fingernails against his scalp, causing him to moan into her skin.
This position made his pubic mound grind against her clit in the way she had been craving. She used her legs to lift her crotch off the bed, pressing harder against him. She gyrated her hips against his dick in a circular motion and his hands grasped her thighs to help her. After a moment of that, a blinding white heat shot through her and she spasmed against him, convulsing from her second orgasm. "Scully, you feel amazing," he gritted out through clenched teeth as he continued to pleasure her through the orgasm, chivalrously delaying his own.
She wished she could have responded something sexy back to him, but all she was capable of right now was succumbing to pleasure while crying out his name and writhing on the bed, which seemed equally as effective to him. When she collapsed back on the bed, sated smile on her face, he eased one forearm under her neck for support as he rested the other forearm next to her on the bed. He started thrusting harder and faster than she imagined possible, and he had to cover the crown of her head with his hand to avoid it from colliding with the headboard. After a few more thrusts, his head burrowed into her neck and he cried out in rapture, buried deep in her as he finally released. She gyrated her hips against him the best she could to help him draw out his orgasm like he had helped her. He languidly pumped into her a few more times before he was spent. Collapsing lightly on her and placing sweet, gentle kisses to her neck, a complete reversal of the primal markings from a few moments ago.
When their breathing had evened out a bit, he slid out of her and moved so he was spooning her, leaving her touch for only a moment to pull the covers securely over them. She placed kisses against his jaw as he placed some to the sweaty tendrils of hair gathered at her temple.
They pulled back to look at each other and their expressions were pure contentment and happiness. They both were in almost disbelief that this had really happened, but the residual pleasure coursing through their bodies being evidence enough.
What once was just an intangible dream, a chimerical fantasy, continued to be their reality for years upon years of euphoria. Two people, simply, madly, and hopelessly in love.
Thank you, thank you, thank you for going on this journey with me. I promise more is to come from me in the future (this story will also have an epilogue, so stay tuned). Your guys' support has meant so much to me. I would love to hear from you guys, especially now that we're basically at the end. Feel free to drop a comment, and let me know how you've felt. My gratitude is endless. I appreciate you all so much. -Nicole (Twitter/Tumblr: gaycrouton)