Hello Everyone! This little bit has a PG-13 rating. (Or read it if you want. I dare you.)

"How much longer till Jackson comes back," he whispered, his lips brushing her earlobe.

As he pulled back, she could see the arousal pooling in his chocolate brown eyes. He kept glancing at the front door, afraid her older brother would walk in on them. Even worse, her parents.

"Not for awhile," she reassured him, licking her lips.

His hand was tangled in her dark brown hair, cradling her head. She couldn't wait any longer. She grabbed the back of his neck and crashed their lips together, pulling him into a searing kiss. She felt her body grow numb and hot at the same time. Their lips moulded together as if two halves of a whole, warmth spreading throughout her body.

He pushed her further into the sofa, grinding against her upper thigh in hopes of easing the tension in their bodies. He pulled back from the kiss with a pop, trailing his lips down her neck. Her knuckles were white as they gripped his shoulder, biting her lip to stop herself from moaning at the feel of his shaven face on her neck. He felt so good. This was rebellious and exciting. She has never been this intimate with a guy and they should really be studying, but he made her feel as if she was the only woman in the world. The thought of writing an essay instead of falling into his arms seemed unappealing.

She shivered as he rubbed his thumb against her bare hip, reaching for her shirt. He paused. His eyes flickered to hers, silently asking for her consent. She nodded. His hands ripped her shirt off, tossing it across the room. She giggled when she heard it slap against the wall, impressed by his enthusiasm. A sheepish smile spread across his face as he kissed his way up her torso, paying extra attention to her cleavage. She reached down and tugged at his shirt, aware that he was fully dressed as she lay half-naked beneath him.

He grinned, swiftly pulling the shirt over his head and throwing it in the same direction as her own. Their eyes widened at the sound of a crash. He'd no doubt hit something.

"My bad," he cringed.

She laughed. Laughed from deep within her belly, which she found odd, because she hadn't been so relaxed in years. Even so, her dad and his alien jokes were the only things that could crack her. Jackson might have affected her when she was younger, but he was too serious nowadays. Too stoic.

"You're forgiven," she said, meeting his mouth halfway in another mind blowing kiss.

They kissed heatedly for a few minutes before the need for air became overwhelming. She was the first one to break the kiss, nipping his bottom lip as she departed. A loving smile graced his lips, complementing the affection in his eyes. She knew she would never feel as safe and loved as she is in this moment, feeling her beat erratically inside her chest.

"I love—" His finger pressed against her lips, stopping the words from escaping her mouth. She could feel her heart stop; fully aware that she was only wearing a bralette and boyfriend jeans. She'd never attempted to say those words to a boy before.

"I know," he whispered, brushing a piece of hair out of her face. He gently brushed his lips against hers, losing himself in the process.

She felt the tension coiling in her lower abdomen, craving her long awaited release. His body moved on top of hers uncontrollably, both of their hips grinding against each other. She never wanted to stop. In fact, she was so focused on his touch that she neglected to hear the footsteps on the porch. His fingers inched their way down to her zipper, slowly pulling it down.

"SAMANTHA MARGARET MULDER!"

Author's Note

This is the first part of a multi-chapter story. Currently procrastinating on my 4000 word paper for my college essay class. Please leave a review and/or comment if you have the time! That would make my day. I do not own the X-Files, (Unfortunately) nor do I make any money from this story. (Again, unfortunately)