February 2018
Mulder sat in the hospital waiting room while Scully was back with Skinner. She patched him up best she could back at the trailer, but he needed to go to the hospital to be properly examined.
All this time later, she was still Skinner's emergency contact, which was something neither of them had been aware of until she was called back by the nurse. The knowledge caused Scully to smile softly as she glanced at Mulder and headed to the back to be with Skinner.
They had been back there for about half an hour now and Mulder was getting antsy as he waited for them. He hoped Skinner was okay. The wound had been deep and looked pretty terrible. Shaking his head, he looked back down at the magazine in his hands.
"Mulder?" Scully's voice said softly, her hand on his shoulder.
"Hey," he said, setting down the magazine and glancing at her as she sat in the chair in front of him. "How is he?"
"Okay, but they're going to keep him here for a couple of days to keep an eye on him. They were able to isolate and stop the internal bleeding. It wasn't significant enough to warrant a blood transfusion, but he's weak and given the nature of the puncture wound there is concern for infection. But overall, he's doing alright back there. Well, more than alright given that there is a blonde nurse back there making a fool of herself over him," she laughed, rolling her eyes. "He's very lucky. It could have been much worse," she said, watching him as he nodded and returned her smile.
"Still his emergency contact? That's gotta make you feel good," he said with a smirk. She shrugged, but he could see the pride in her eyes. He nodded and stood up, glancing down at her. "Ready to go?" She nodded and stood to her feet.
"Good thing we never got to a hotel. Now we can just head home. I'm exhausted," she sighed, walking toward the exit. He nodded and held the door open as they stepped to it, letting her walk out first.
"There is a commuter flight in an hour," he told her as they walked to the car. She nodded with another sigh, and he smiled.
With their bags stored and seatbelts on, they both relaxed back into the seats of their second flight as they waited for takeoff. Uncrossing her arms, Scully exhaled deeply. Leaning her head against his shoulder, she settled and sighed. He smiled and leaned his head back, closing his eyes.
"Mulder," she said, resting her hand over his leg and setting more comfortably against him as he resituated his arms to wrap his left arm around her. "Mm, you smell good." He heard her say, causing him to smile. By the time they took off, they were both asleep.
Almost five hours later, they were heading to Mulder's car. Both had slept for the majority of the flight, only waking about twenty minutes before the plane touched down.
Mulder unlocked the door and put their bags inside before getting in the car and sitting down. "Should we get something to eat?" he asked as they put their seatbelts on.
"Hmm, how about we head to my place and call in some Chinese for an early dinner? I want to change out of these clothes," she said with a sigh. "And take a shower."
"Well, if you need help reaching your back, or anywhere else, you let me know," he said with a raise of his eyebrows and a grin. She rolled her eyes but then held his gaze, her eyes landing on his lips before turning her head and looking out the window. He stared at her and then started the car.
It was a quiet drive to her place, not taking to long before they arrived. She took her bag out, unlocked the front door, and turned off the alarm. He shook his head at the technology involved just as he did every time he was over, which was not too often.
"Why is your house so much nicer than mine?" he asked, the same as he always did. She made a face at him and put her bag on the floor as he closed the door.
"I'm going to shower, you call in the food. The usual is fine with me," he watched her walk toward her room and sighed. After taking out his phone and placing their order, Mulder removed his shoes and walked around, looking at her place. Well, Alan's place.
She had been there for almost two years. Alan had been asked to stay on where he was and since he and Scully were still in limbo, the additional time had worked in both Scully and Alan's favor. Alan's place was very well decorated and organized. Scully had not added much to it, save the alien cat pillow, a blanket or two, and some candles she enjoyed the scent of.
He was not sure if it made him glad or unnerved that she seemed to be in a constant state of simply existing in this space. As though she was waiting for something, but not sure what. Sighing, he left the living room and decided to light the candles and put them on the dining room table where they would be eating.
The doorbell rang not long after he set the table. Grabbing his wallet, he opened the front door and paid for the food, thanking the delivery guy and closing the door. He set the bags of food on the table and went down the hall to Scully's room.
"Food's here," he called, after knocking on the door.
"Great, I'll be right out," came her muffled reply.
He walked back down the hall and began to take the containers from the bag, setting them out and opening them. His stomach growled and his mouth watered as he looked at it all. It all smelled so good, and he was starved, having not eaten all day, but he would wait for Scully.
He heard her bare feet on the floor coming toward him and inhaled sharply at the sight of her. Her hair was wrapped in a towel and she only wore a blue gray robe. He could tell she was not wearing anything on top as he could see her nipples through the robe, causing his mouth to water for an entirely different reason.
"This looks great, thanks for getting it ready. I'm starving," she said, grabbing a container and sitting down. He continued staring at her until she glanced up at him with a frown. He reached for the other chair and sat down across from her.
They both piled food into their plates and began to eat. Neither said anything as they did, both hungry and in need of sustenance. He handed her the box of egg rolls, and she handed him the spicy beef he liked. Only the sounds of contentment were heard as they ate their fill.
During the course of the meal, she took the towel off her head and shook her hair out, combing her fingers through it. He watched her as she did, smelling the scent of her shampoo, wanting to bury his nose in it. Her robe opened a little, enough to show the swell of her breast, and confirm his suspicions. She was definitely naked up top. The lower half though …
"I was thinking about Skinner while I was in the shower," she said, grabbing the box of rice and adding more to her plate.
"Is that a normal occurrence?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. She shrugged and put some soy sauce on her rice.
"I mean, he's a good looking man. You can't blame a woman for wondering," she said, not looking at him.
"Huh, is that right?" he asked in mock annoyance. She looked up at him and her eyes burned fire, making his dick stir. She continued staring before rolling her eyes and shoving a bite in her mouth, shaking her head as she chewed.
"Just wondering if he was okay. I'll call him tomorrow," she said, and he nodded. Her eyes roamed across his face and chest and he wondered what she was thinking. When she reached for another egg roll, her robe gaped open again, revealing more skin.
"Scully, I have to ask. Are you completely naked under that robe?" he finally asked her, no longer able to hide his curiosity.
"Dinner took about twenty minutes, and you didn't ask once. I don't feel you deserve an answer for at least that amount of time," she said, sitting back and tightening her robe. She took a bite, raising her eyebrows at him, and he grinned.
"Is that right?" he asked again, in a completely different tone. Playful and teasing Scully was in control, and they both knew it.
"It is," she said with a small smile of her own, taking another bite.
"Hmmm," he said, brushing his hands together and wiping them on a napkin. "No answer for twenty minutes, that's cold." She shrugged with one shoulder, eating the rest of her egg roll, and smiling. "No answer, huh? Can I investigate?" Again she shrugged and acted nonchalant. He nodded and got up from his chair, pulling it to the end of the table and sitting to her left.
He stared at her, and she stared back. He looked at her from head to toe and reached for her chair, pulling hard and turning her toward him. Putting a hand on her knee, he opened her legs. She inhaled a breath and let it out. Holding the material of the robe between his fingers, he pulled, exposing her bare flesh. Moaning, he moved his hand up her leg, his fingers tracing the soft skin he found.
He left his chair to kneel down in front of her, knowing he would find her completely naked underneath. Both hands were on her satiny thighs when he heard her breathe his name. He looked up and watched her chest rising and falling, her eyes dark with desire.
"Am I getting warm?" he asked, his hands closer to her hips, finding no barriers to speak of. She sighed and scooted her body down in the chair. He smiled, taking his cue from her.
He opened her legs wider and her robe fell open showing how naked she truly was underneath. Her arousal was evident as he leaned in further, reaching to untie the belt of her robe.
"No," she breathed, blocking his hands. "That's cheating. You said investigate. Nowhere was it stated you could completely open a case." He laughed softly as he moved his hands, conceding to her rules. His question had been answered and he was ready to claim his reward.
Soft kisses were laid on the tops of her thighs, while his fingers scratched lightly along the sides. She moved more and he could smell how aroused she was, and he ached to taste and be inside her.
His tongue ran along her thighs and she cried out, her hand going to his head, her fingers in his hair. Closer to his goal, he kissed and licked her sweet smelling skin, finally arriving where he would live if he was allowed.
He pulled her to the edge of her chair and opened her legs even wider, his mouth dropping to her center. She cried out again as he slowly made love to her with his mouth. Kissing, sucking, and licking her, he heard her cries and felt her legs squeezing against his head.
"Mulder, ohh my God," she panted, her fingers pulling at his hair, her legs wrapping around him. "God, I'm gonna come. Ohhhhh Mulderrrrr." Her fingers in his hair tightened, and she froze as her body spasmed, her legs tight around him as he continued using his mouth on her.
She relaxed her grip on him and her legs loosened on his shoulders. "Mmmmulder. My God. You are … so good at that. Mmmm," she breathed out raggedly, her fingers running through his hair. He moved, kissing her thighs and sitting back on his knees. Looking up, he saw her eyes were closed, and her robe partially open, her breasts all but exposed.
He reached for the bow on the robe again, untying it, and staring at her breasts. She was so goddamn beautiful. He kissed her thighs again, and up her body, stopping at her breasts to give them some attention before making his way to her mouth. Languidly they kissed, her arms around his neck.
She pulled back and stared at him. "So, you found your answer?" she smirked at him. He kissed her again and pushed his groin into hers making her moan in his mouth.
"I'm a good investigator," he said against her lips. She hummed and kissed him again, her tongue licking his lips.
"Really, really good," she emphasized, wrapping her legs around him and pulling him closer, seething as he rubbed against her.
"Well, if you're going to do something, you should always do your best," he whispered in her ear, before pulling back and looking in her eyes. She smiled at him and rubbed her feet against him.
"Agree wholeheartedly. And it only seemed fair to keep you in your apparent state of torturous wondering, as you've been doing the same to me all day," she said, her nails scratching at the base of his neck.
"Me? What have I done?" he inquired, genuinely perplexed.
"This tight white shirt, Mulder," she whispered, her fingers sliding under the collar. "Goddamn, do you have any idea how hot you look in it? I've been wet since we were in Davey's trailer."
"Christ, Scully," he groaned, his head landing on her neck as his knees buckled and he fell into her.
"I feel it's best to be honest. And you have been making me crazy with desire all day. Only seemed fair that you got a taste of your own medicine," she said, smirking to the degree that it could be heard.
"Oh, I got a taste all right," he said into her neck before nipping at her skin. She yelped and pulled his hair, calling him a bastard. He chuckled and pulled back, looking at her with a grin. She shook her head and smiled.
"So what was your plan to ease the desire you were feeling? Aside from wearing this robe that I feel you should wear every day, just like this," he said looking down at her naked body on display.
"Hmm, wouldn't get much work done if I did, as I'd get arrested before I made it there," she laughed.
"Who said anything about you going to work?" he asked with his eyebrows wiggling. She laughed again and stared at him, her eyes happy and full of love.
"You wondered about my plan?" she asked and he nodded, looking at this woman he loved so much, his ache for her was excruciating. "Well, you remembered to pack your bathing suit in your bag right?" He looked at her, confused, and she smiled a slow, sensual smile. "You remember there's a hot tub here, right?"
Everything froze as he remembered the last time they had been in a hot tub. The house they rented for a weekend after a long month for her at the hospital. The tiny sapphire two piece suit she wore that night, the feel of her legs tangled with his under the water. The words she said in his ear as she climbed into his lap and his hand slid under the strings to untie her suit, her breasts then pressed to his chest. The way it felt to slide inside her, everything wet and warm around them, and yet she was the wettest and warmest thing he had ever felt.
"God, Mulder," she groaned, breaking him from those memories. "Where did your mind go? You're so much harder than a few seconds ago. Oh, Jesus." She pushed into him and he groaned with her.
"Sapphire bathing suit, Scully. Your tongue in my ear, your breasts against my chest, the feel of you as you broke around me," he growled in her ear and she whimpered. "If I forgot my suit, what will …"
"Jesus, Mulder, just move," she cried, pushing him away and standing up unsteadily. She dropped her robe and he shook his head. God, she was so fucking beautiful.
She walked up to him and her hands went to the hem of his shirt, pulling at it and moving it up his chest. When she had it off of him, she put it on the table.
"This is mine now. I'm keeping it," she informed him, her eyes daring him to say otherwise.
"Whatever you want, Scully," he agreed, willing to do anything she asked of him.
"Be sure you buy more though," she said, with a smile and an arch of her eyebrow.
"Oh, I've got them already. You think I don't know? Do you even know me?" He grinned at her and she smacked his chest, her fingers trailing down to the waistband of his pants, then down to the bulge held within. She squeezed and he moaned.
"Oh, I know you. Let's get these clothes off, no more fucking around," she said squeezing him again.
"Well, some fucking around, surely," he teased, getting his pants, socks, and boxers off, before standing up to look at her. She reached out and stroked him, making him gasp. His eyes closed as she quickened her strokes.
"Scully … you need to stop or I'm going to take you on this table," he moaned as he stopped her hand. She grinned and moved her hand, taking his instead and pulling him toward the backyard.
No preamble, no denying exactly why they were coming outside, they climbed in the hot tub. Each of them hissing at the heat of the water, they sank down and he pulled her to him. She straddled him, his dick trapped between their bodies as she looped her arms around his neck and kissed him, her breasts pushing into his chest.
He dug his fingers into her hips and then down to her ass, lifting her up, silently asking her for what he wanted. She raised up, breaking from their kiss as she did. Up on her knees, she guided him inside her, causing them both to moan.
"Jesus, Scully," he whispered and she hummed in agreement. "God, you feel so good." She raised up again and began to ride him, his hands on her ass, helping her to move.
"Mulder, fuck," she cried out, raising all the way up, forcing him to leave her body. They both groaned before she lined them up again, sinking down hard onto him. She went faster and he watched her breasts bouncing as she did.
"Mulder, oh my God," she breathed, slowing down, sitting with him completely sheathed inside her, and he nearly came with the feel of her tight around him.
He moved a hand to touch her, his thumb on her clit, as she started to move again, gasping at his touch. He wanted her to come again, feeling his own orgasm building.
"Mulder, yes, keep doing that," she moaned and slid faster up and down his length, making him moan her name. "God, I'm so close. Faster, Mulder." He obliged her and she cried out as she fell into him, her hands gripping his shoulders, as she tightened and pulsed around him. He thrust into her hard, his feet pushing on the bottom of the hot tub, and he came calling her name.
They clung to each other as they recovered. He ran his hands up and down her back, into her hair, and back down. "Oh, Mulder," she breathed into his neck, before raising her head and looking at him. He pushed her hair back from her face and grinned at her. She closed her eyes and tilted toward his hand.
She moved up and his softening member slipped from inside her, but she remained on his lap, her arms around his neck. He hummed as he wrapped his arms around her and they sat together in the warm water.
"God, Mulder," she said again and he exhaled a laugh.
"I concur, Scully. I concur."
They sat in the hot tub for a little bit longer before climbing out, both of them pink and flushed from both the water and the activities that had taken place while inside it. Realizing they brought no towels with them, they laughingly dripped and slid down the hall to her bathroom where they wrapped fluffy towels around themselves. He kissed her, a great big smacking loud one, as they walked out of the bathroom.
Together they cleared up the leftover Chinese food, blew out the candles, and washed the dishes. She turned out the lights and set the alarm, causing him to raise his eyebrows.
"Tight white t-shirt, remember? I'm not done with you yet," she said as she grabbed the top of his towel, where it hung low on his hips, and pulled him toward her bedroom.
She made good on her word, she was most definitely not done with him. Hours later, exhausted and sated, she snuggled into his arms. He held her close and closed his eyes. He kissed her temple, breathing in the scent from the shower they shared, the chlorine that still lingered, and the undeniable scent that was simply Scully. He took a deep breath and fell asleep, his body spent, but his heart full.