Damn it, you feel so good( Mulder pov)
Did she just say what I think that she said? Did she really say that she wanted to make love to me? As I feel her tongue squirm into my mouth I think that she said yes. My body has turned into a bundle of nerves. She loves me and she wants to make love to me. I never thought that she would ever think of me more than a partner.
Never in a million years would I ever think that she would think of me. I just thought that I was damn lucky that I had the right to call her my friend. But this feeling, this feeling with her lips upon mine, my arms clasped around her body…. Damn it she feels so good.
I don't deserve her.
For so many years I have dreamed of this moment. I know that it's kind of… pathetic, dreaming about a girl that you can't have. But having her by my side, and dreaming about her in my bed, I know she is the one that kept me sane. And now I am kissing her, something that I have wanted to do for the longest time.
We break apart, both breathless from a heart-shattering kiss. I take hold of her hand, reminding my self that this is not a fantasy of mine, but that it is real. So real I can feel my knees shaking.
"C'mere Mulder." She purrs as she glances toward the hotel bed.
Without any thought whatsoever I pick her up off her feet and take her in my arms, my legs taking us to the bed.
As I lay her on the bed, I begin to kiss her lips and unbutton her blouse. "Damn it you feel so good." I say, before I continue with my task.
I really don't think that we are going to get any sleep tonight.