59.
Royal Carlton Hotel
Saturday 21st August 2008 11.47pm.
Mulder watched Scully's face turn serious as she fought against the tiredness both of them felt. The truth be told he was thinking about their first night together, that first kiss, how she had made some darn sexy moves on him all whilst she was 'asleep' in his arms. He didn't like to think of her ex boyfriends but he liked to think that Daniel Waterstone had made Scully's mind up over how she felt for him. He'd never told her he loved her until then.
** Flashback**
March 22nd 2000.
Special Agent Mulder's Apartment, 9.58pm.
Scully had literally just fallen asleep upon his couch. He smiled this was his favourite time with her. There were no worry lines upon her face. She looked utterly content. Maybe one day they would make her sleeping at his place a permanent arrangement but not yet.
He couldn't tell her he loved her, the last time he had she had just said
"Oh Brother" and walked away. Then again she had just pulled him out of the Bermuda Triangle. He had seen her on the Princess Anne ship, they had kissed and she had given him a right-hook to the jaw. But even the 1940's Scully had trusted him.
Looking at her now he stroked a piece of her hair from her face. He resisted the urge to kiss her, he had to, she'd hit him again. He was certain of that fact. Something had changed though, it would change them. She had looked at him differently today. She had 'seen' him. Like today was the first time she had ever laid eyes upon him.
Standing he pulled the Navajo blanket across her shoulder to keep her warm knowing his apartment lost heat fairly rapidly at night. He turned in the doorway to take one last look at her, his sleeping beauty.
"Mulder" she had murmured his name in her sleep, but the tone in which it was said… it was laced with desire.
Could she? Did she? Surely it was impossible. He had returned to sitting beside her, his interest piqued at the way she said his name. He looked at her studying her features. They had been through so much lately, the failed IVF, CSM taking Scully to give her the 'truth' about cancer, his brain going into overdrive were just to mention a few. He wished more than anything that he could have given her a baby, their baby. It could have drawn them together, as he wanted but perhaps it was not to be.
Scully's head tilted, her lips were parted as if waiting for a kiss, his kiss. He debated whether to or not. A quick chaste kiss to the lips would do no harm, would it? She wouldn't wake up if he was careful. Changing his mind he went to his room and changed for bed into his t-shirt and boxers. He wondered if Scully would want something to sleep in… in fact he wanted her to sleep in his t-shirt… in his bed… with him. Finding a clean t-shirt in a drawer he took it through to the living room. She was still asleep, still perfect, and looking like she wanted that goodnight kiss. Putting the t-shirt upon the couch arm he sat down beside her once more. Her hair had fallen in her face again. Sometimes he swore it did that on purpose.
Gently he leaned in close to her face, just as he had been when she had resigned. Touching her face gently he watched her close her mouth and open it slightly. It was now or never. Softly he touched their lips together. She responded. Pulling back slightly he studied her face again, she was still asleep. Kissing her again he found she responded. Their lips moved together, softly he suckled her bottom lip, he heard her groan. He tried not to smile, Dana Scully made animal noises, and he liked it. Her lips parted allowing him access to her mouth. Slowly he dipped his tongue into her warm welcoming mouth. Their tongues met and began to dance together. She ran her tongue along is teeth, making him shudder as a chill ran down his spine.
As he pulled away, all too aware his desire for her was growing, her eyes fluttered open.
"Hi" she said sleep etched in her voice.
"I um I got you this T-shirt to sleep in." he said reaching behind him for the black garment. "You can sleep in my bed… if you want… I'll take the couch." She stared at him momentarily.
"It's fine. I'll stay here." She said yawning. At this Mulder grabbed her hands, pulling her to her feet, and dragged her through to the bedroom, handing her the T-shirt, he left the room and closed the door behind him sighing deeply. If she slept in his bed he'd be able to smell her on his pillow for the next week. That made him smile.
Scully sat on Mulder's bed holding the top she slowly changed into it. He had finally kissed her. Today she had realised that she was in love with him. Seeing Daniel nearly die had made her realise she had been denying herself Mulder's love for so long that it was painful to think of the exact time span. He had aroused her with that kiss. It had been so darn hard to maintain being asleep during the kiss but she hadn't wanted him to think it was a trick, that she was lulling him into bed because of a desperate need to be close to someone… there hadn't been anyone in … well… a long time.
She looked at herself in his mirror she looked worn out. Just dressed in his t-shirt and her knickers she could be posing as a girlfriend… or wife if they only had another case like the Arcadia one!
She looked at his bed longing for him to join her… he wouldn't unless she asked him to. Feeling brave she opened the bedroom door. He had a bad TV movie on it was 'attack of Godzilla' or something equally as poor.
"Mulder…" he turned to look at her, his jaw dropped slightly but she pretended not to notice. "We can share the bed… I um It's not fair that you give up your bed for me… we'll stick pillows down the middle of the bed if you want."
He smiled, talk about maintaining some degree of separation! He nodded at her as he switched the TV off by the remote. He watched her pull the covers back and throw a few pillows in the centre of the bed. She climbed into the left side of the bed and settled down upon the pillows at the top of the bed. Crawling up the bed he settled on his side pulling the covers across them both before switching out the lamp. This was unreal he would sleep to the left of his bed from now on just to smell her.
Scully looked at Mulder in the darkness and smiled as she snuggled her face into the pillow beneath her face. Being so close to him was near enough a miracle. Mulder turned on his side to face her. She snuggled closer to the pillows in the centre of the bed pretending to be asleep. Scooting closer to the centre of the bed Mulder watched Scully roll nearer to him. She was being gradual but she was definitely moving his way. They met against the pillows face to face Scully's eyes were closed but Mulder was watching her face… she wasn't in a deep sleep that was certain. Mulder kissed Scully again. This time she not only responded by kissing him back but also stroked his face with her fingertips. Scully tried to move even closer to him but was prevented by the pillow between them. Mulder smiled as a feint look of frustration crossed her 'sleeping' features. Something told him they wouldn't need separating so he grabbed the pillow and threw it across the room and met her in the middle of the bed.
He couldn't help kissing her it was an addiction, a pleasant one at that. It was Scully who made the next move by moving her leg to rest upon his hip. She took his hand and ran his hand up her thigh, across her bottom until it rested on her lower back. She groaned softly whilst kissing him. Pulling away slightly he silently willed her to open her eyes and look at him. His hand on her face he ran his thumb across her lower lip, instantly she took it into her mouth suckling it, running her tongue along its length and around it. Mulder couldn't help his reaction… it wasn't entirely involuntary. His arousal sprung up between them and he could have sworn a smile flickered across Scully's face.
Removing his thumb from her mouth he kissed her hard upon the lips. She responded with equal intensity her hands running across his chest, pulling his t-shirt over his head until he lay in just his boxers. Her fingers expertly teased his nipples as if they had done so for their entire existence. Slowly she scratched her nails down his abdomen forcing him to suck in his breath. He held her tightly, not making any moves on her, too afraid she would 'wake up' and freak out at his arousal.
Her breaths were shortening as they continued to kiss deeply. She had to break away from him every so often. She would murmur his name so softly it was barely audible. Her fingers began exploring the waistband of his boxers; this was where he stopped her. Taking her hands within his and kissed each one in turn.
"Don't Dana, not like this, not in your sleep. I can't get carried away with you like this. I love you too darn much to let you do this."
Letting her hands go he watched her run her hands down her stomach and stop at the top of her panties. He couldn't believe it when her fingers slipped inside of them. She tightened the grip her leg had upon him and inched closer to him as her fingers began to explore her own moist folds. Being with him made her close to the edge. She needed to be touched, to feel alive, and to be loved. She softly scratched at her clitoris feeling the increasing waves of pleasure course through her body. Kissing his chest she longed for him to take action. She couldn't do this alone. Using her free hand she teased at her breast bringing her nipple to an erect peak. She could feel him growing harder between her legs but still he remained motionless. There was only one thing she could do.
"Fox… I need you… please… Make me come. Make me yours." He remained still apart from the growing arousal.
Lightly she started to bite his shoulder. Moving her free arm away from her breast she ran her hand down his arm and took his hand in hers. Leading the way beneath the t-shirt she wore until he was holding her breast in his hand. He didn't remove it yet he refused to take any action.
"Please!" she begged before kissing him breathlessly upon his lips.
Slowly he began to graze her nipple with his thumb and she pulled him tighter against her whilst toying with herself. She could feel the thunder of orgasm building within her. Scully began to whimper slightly as the rush of orgasm waves began to spread through her. Mulder's lips touched hers as his hand slid from against her breast and followed the line of her stomach. He hesitated at the hem of her underwear but soon changed his mind as she groaned into his mouth. Their fingers met beside her clitoris and after a brief moment of their fingers entwining he began to massage her clitoris before pushing two fingers inside of her. Her lips left his as she cried out his name… Fox… she never used it but in the space of five minutes she had said it too many times for him to count. Mulder sucked at her shoulder causing a bruise to form. He couldn't help it he wanted her so much but not now, not today. He was about to burst.
He could feel her beginning to come as her muscles tightened around his fingers. He didn't notice at first, her opening the buttons upon his boxers, not until he felt her cool hand take a hold of him. With expert precision she began to glide her hand along his shaft as he pushed deeper within her.
Her hips bucked against him as she drew ever closer to the ultimate high. His lips fastened hungrily upon hers as she pulled at his member. He could feel himself about to explode. Using his free arm he tried to get her to stop but she wouldn't just as he couldn't stop doing what he was to her. Scully's body grew rigid as she came with an intense wave coursing its way from her labia to her mind. Seconds later Mulder exploded into her hand. Trying to breathe she leant her head against his chest uttering the immortal words.
"I love you Fox."
Removing their hands from each other they hugged tightly. Mulder ran his hand down her back a few times until her breathing returned to something resembling normal. He felt her look up at him and hesitantly looked at her; there she was her eyes open and smiling at him. He smiled back and kissed her. Gently she broke away and snuggled against his chest holding him tightly in her arms. She was never going to let him go. Not now, not ever.
Come morning she had struggled to move from his grasp. Whispering her love for him she moved from his increasing grasp around her waist. She did win on the promise of a kiss later that morning but she needed to change her work clothes. Reluctantly he had let her go. When she had finished in his bathroom she stood in his doorway for a moment looking at him. She couldn't quite believe what they had done but it wouldn't be the only time… she was determined to have him for keeps.
She wasn't the only one. As he dozed back to sleep Mulder made a solemn vow to love her forever. In fact the first thing he did when he saw her in the office that morning was to pull her into his arms and kiss her. Extremely unprofessional it may have been but it was worth every second.
Royal Carlton Hotel
Saturday 21st August 2008 11.57pm.
Scully grinned as Mulder kept accusing her of being awake through that, which she was. She would never openly admit to making the moves upon him. Her favourite memory was when they had first made love or as Mulder had put it 'got it on against her hotel room door' now that was a memory and a half!
*Flashback*
April 2nd 2000.
Mulder had struggled to keep his cool through the movie of their case surrounding the Lazarus Bowl. It was complete trite but he had done his best to watch as much as he could. It had been painfully awful how her character in the movie had been in love with Skinner, 'as if' she had thought and watched Mulder leave. She had stayed momentarily as Skinner had taken her arm before she left. Handing her the FBI gold card he whispered why. Perhaps it was the flattering cameo role Richard Gere had performed as him, or the thought Scully just might like him that way. She took the card and found Mulder sitting on the set. Things had been so easy between them since their moment of passion. It had been one week and five days of pure bliss. They had yet to sleep together but the 'moments' of 'play' were increasing in intensity. Sometimes she swore Skinner rang their office because he knew what was going on against Mulder's desk.
Pulling Mulder to his feet she took him to an expensive looking restaurant where they sat talking just like the other couples in the room. They took their time with their meal both all too aware of the tension between them. It had been there since they had woken up in each others arms in fact it had been there since they had first met.
They had drunk a bottle of the most expensive champagne as it was 'on the bureau'. Scully kept wondering why it had taken them so long to be together. They weren't exactly the best matched of couples but their differences complimented each other perfectly. He was often off the wall whereas her feet were planted firmly on the ground. It was the yin yang of today.
Mulder decided they were leaving when he summoned the waiter for the bill. Scully giggled as her playing footsie beneath the table had obviously had the desired effect. Dessert was on her!
Climbing into a taxi he pulled her onto his lap so she was sat looking out of the side window. They kissed as his hand began its steady route beneath her skirt. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the driver taking a peek every so often but right now, as the blush formed on her cheeks, she wasn't entirely sure that she cared.
Instead of stopping at the hotel the cab driver took them to a club as Mulder had requested. Scully was not best pleased but went along with Mulder's little plan. There must be a reason for them needing to insult their ear drums with the intensity of the music.
Mulder dragged her to the dance floor where multitudes of bodies bumped and grinded together. Mulder pulled Scully's hips against his, their bodies pressed front to back. His hands caressed her hips as she swayed against him to the rhythm of the R 'n' B music. She slowly swayed her way towards to floor and then back up lacing her arms around his neck. His hands ran down her stomach and across her hips again. She could feel his arousal somewhere in the region of the base of her spine and she smiled. She liked this effect she had upon him. Releasing her arms from his neck she turned in his arms and looked deeply into his hazel eyes. She saw the flicker of desire in them as he leant down to take her mouth in his. Her arms wrapped around his neck as their kiss deepened, her fingers ran through his hair holding his head against hers. He broke the kiss touching their foreheads together. He didn't need to say anything as he led her from the dance floor and out of the club. He hailed a taxi and ordered it to take them to the hotel.
He didn't stop kissing her for the whole journey to the hotel. Scully's lips were on fire. They ached for his touch every millisecond his were separated from hers. She knew she was pouting but couldn't help it. The desire was burning through her. Mulder rushed her through the foyer and directly into an elevator she caught a glimpse of the time: it was 2.13am. No wonder the foyer was deserted. As the doors closed he captured her mouth with his and her arms encircled his neck as the kiss deepened.
He eased her against the wall kissing her hard and running his hand across her stomach feeling the fact her 'dress' was in fact a well matched skirt and vest top. He grinned as his fingers found the material divide. With a jolt the elevator stopped as did Mulder's movements. He stepped away from her so she could stand as the door opened again. Another couple stepped into the elevator. Mulder noted they had one floor to go until they reached her floor. A minute later they had exited the marble – effect elevator in favour of her corridor. They walked hand in hand to her room kissing for the majority of the walk. They laughed as they walked making a few residents open their doors asking them to be quiet. They smiled and did as requested.
They reached room 916 and Mulder chivalrously asked her for the key card and slipped it into his jacket pocket grinning. He leant her against the door and kissed her tenderly feeling her hunger for him as she tried to respond with lesser intensity than she was feeling.
Pressing his body against hers he ran his hand under her top and freed her breast from its satin cage. He was kissing her with a renewed passion and not allowing her to question him. He could feel the rising panic in her. She was outside and he was getting frisky with her against the hotel room door. She did want him but not there, not in public at two thirty am. Mulder nibbled the flesh of her neck making her groan in his ear. Slowly he sank lower and sucked her nipple through thin material of her top whilst his other hand caressed the other. She closed her eyes as desire crept from her toes upwards. She clutched at his hair dragging him up to her lips. His hand ran down her thigh pulling her skirt higher up her legs than she would ever wear it, just beneath her butt. He squeezed her backside as he pulled her close to him their lips millimetres apart. His eyes stared at her closed lids until she opened her oceanic blue eyes. He saw only love in them.
"I love you." He whispered his eyes fixed upon hers he saw her smile
"I love you too." She answered before he took her lips in his again.
Mulder's hand slipped beneath her skirt and finding his entry unrestricted he grinned at her.
"Commando?" he asked his voice catching in his throat.
"I have 'lost' most of my underwear in the last ten days. I don't suppose you'd know what happened to them?" she softly chuckled as he parted her folds that were already dripping with desire for him. He kissed her preventing her gasping as he entered his fingers inside of her, rubbing her clitoris with his thumb. 'God she loved it when he did that!'
Lifting her leg against his hip he eased his fingers in and out of her in a slow sensual rhythm. Her head fell back against the door as the waves of pleasure coursed through her body. She was finding it hard standing on one leg in her heels, her knees were buckling. Locking her ankle around his leg she tried to remain upright, it wasn't working. Mulder grabbed her waist forcing her to stand, leaning harder against her to keep her pinned against the door. There was no way she was going down… not yet anyway. She could feel those little bubbles of delight drifting through her body as he continued with his quest… to have her then and right there. Slowly she began to undo his tie and shirt buttons. Kissing his neck she couldn't help but mark him as hers when her first wave of orgasm hit her hard. Her arms around his neck she clung on for dear life as he pushed deeper inside of her and touched her clitoris with he tiniest of strokes, it was barely a touch at all, more of a hair being moved. She could feel herself about to come; she didn't want to in the corridor, it didn't look like she would get her wish.
"Not here" she said huskily
"I have to have you now" he growled "You have to scream my name before I let you go inside."
He captured her mouth with his before she could protest any more, she wanted to tell him she wouldn't be sleeping alone tonight, that she was sick of the foreplay and wanted more, everything he could give her. For the past ten days they had been toying with each other and now she wanted more. It hadn't mattered where they had been they had taken EVERY opportunity to kiss and practice their foreplay skills. In the office, the elevator, their apartments. It hadn't mattered but now it did. She would come for him if only he would for her.
Reaching down she found the waistband of his trousers. He stopped kissing her and let her waist go. Taking her hands one by one he put them back on his shoulders growling the word 'no' and meaning it. He kissed her again with fervour that released her pent up frustration. She was nearly there and he could feel it. Her muscles clamped down upon his fingers. Her breaths shortened as he released her from the kiss. Her head leant against his chest. She tried to breathe but found it increasingly hard. He teased her quicker and harder until her breaths came in a short pant. She heard herself whimper as the throes of desire swept through her like lightening. Her head lolled from side to side as she tried to think but nothing would form only the blackness of her mind gaining a multitude of colours. He timed his last kiss just right… as the moan of orgasm escaped her lips, into his mouth, as she clutched at his body for support during this blissful time.
Slowly she let her leg down and stood with her head against his chest, her cheeks flushed from her heavy breathing. Taking his hankie he wiped the perspiration from her face. Finding the key card he opened the door and held her hand as he closed it.
"Come here!" he ordered his face more serious than before.
He pushed her back against the door kissing her hard on the lips. This time he let her explore his body as she stripped him of the clothes he had on. He was hard before she touched his trousers. The arousal was visible in his eyes and body. Silently she pleaded with him to take her, to throw her to the floor and have her but he didn't. He gently undressed her savouring every inch of her pale skin, planting kisses where he revealed more skin, until she stood before him naked. Taking her hands in his he kissed each one in turn. He kissed her palms softly biting the padded flesh above her wrist. She groaned pulling him closer.
"Please?" she asked the non-verbal question.
"You sure?" she nodded "Really?" she nodded again as he stepped forward into her arms kissing her tenderly upon her lips. He lifted her off the floor and into his arms against the door.
Sliding himself inside of her she let out a sigh. He thrust slowly setting a pace they could handle. Her arms were snaked around his neck, fingers running down his back. She whispered in his ear what she wanted and her responded by quickening the pace thrusting deeper inside of her. She could feel him starting to leak… he was so close, as was she. He thrust harder banging her body against the door with a thud. A scream of 'shut up' was barely audible as Scully called his name. Scully kissed his neck as he continued to pump inside of her, this was heaven. He fitted her perfectly and if she wasn't mistaken… a flood of orgasm hit her making her back arch and her head fling backwards. Seconds later Mulder's seed flew inside of her as rainbow fireworks exploded in their minds. He kissed her fully on the lips before carrying her to the bathroom to 'clean up' her and him.
Little did either of them know but at that moment they had conceived their son.
