Contest - Requested by Anonymous - July 16th, 2019
pre-relationship - "How long can you just kiss before your hands start to wander?" and "What is your definition of having sex?"
He couldn't believe it when she'd agreed. Sure, they drank Shiners during their movie nights, sometimes enough so that her cheeks would be stained pink and she'd find him insurmountably funnier than normal. But drinking at his place on a Friday evening and sitting at a bar gulping down double wells and shots were drastically different.
He'd just offered going out in celebration of a case well done, maybe one drink before heading home, but she seemed to be enjoying herself. Truly and actually enjoying herself. Now they were several drinks down and she was flushed and giggly, but to a much starker extent than usual.
"Look, look," she laughed, moving her whole head to nod towards the opposite corner of the bar. He turned his head and saw what she was referring to - a couple who'd come into the bar after them were currently engaged in a massive game of tonsil hockey. The woman was sitting on the guys lap and it was quite evident that he was more than enjoying himself. There was no possible way they had as much to drink as he and Scully had. He didn't realize how drunk he was until this moment. "I can't beleive they're basically having sex in public," she slurred, whispering at full volume.
"What is your definition of having sex?" he teased.
She rolled her eyes and clusmily grabbed at the straw of her cranberry vodka, taking a sip before answering, "Fine, I was exaggerating, but barely. They clearly are about to leave and fool around at the very least. I mean look, if his hand was any higher under her skirt, he'd be inside her. He pro-probably is," she giggled.
If he were sober, he was positive he'd be flushed from hearing her so openly talk about sex. But he was drunk, so her words just emboldened him. "Well, I think it's impossible not to touch when kissing," he stated, playing devils advocate and hoping to elicit a reaction from her.
"No i's not!" she responded immediately.
"Oh really?" he teased.
"Yeah," hiccup, "I mean, it's not as fun but you don' have to touch."
"How long can you kiss before your hands start to wander?" he asked in a low voice, leaning in closer to her. Her eyes lingered for a moment on his lips and he licked them in subtle recognition of that fact.
"I…" she paused, her lips puckering and twisting to the side in contemplation. "I dunno. I've never tried," she responded a bit breathily, a hint of coquettish teasing coming through. "How long can you?"
"I don't know, I've never tried either," he laughed, feeling a tense is this going where I think it's going feeling charging the air.
"I bet I could last longer than you," she challanged.
"Oh really?" he smirked, looking at her lips hoping that she noticed. From the way her breath caught - she did. "Why's that?"
"Because I have more willpower," she teased.
"I don't know about that," he sighed, egging her on while his heart pounded in his chest and he took another gulp of courage from his gin and tonic.
He thought she was getting up to leave until he realized she was sitting on her hands. Was she-
"I'm a scientist. I have a," hiccup, "hypothesis. So we simply gotta do an experiment," she boasted with a cocky smile.
"You can't sit on your hands though," he laughed sitting up in the stool. "That's ch-cheating."
She slid her hands from out under her thighs and placed them on her lap. "Fine," she replied huskily while leaning forward, emphasizing her cleavage that was beeking out through the undone buttons of her shirt.
"That's better," he whispered while leaning forwards quickly and capturing her lips in his own before either of them had time to second guess their decision.
She let out a hum of approval as she puckered her lips against his own. He could taste cranberries on her lips as he sucked on her bottom lip. This was a new intoxication. The gin and the vodka in his system were nothing compared to the fire Dana Scully's mouth elicited.
She opened her mouth and he felt her tongue prodding his lips, as soon as he parted them she was inside exploring. She was tilting forward so she could lean into the kiss, her breath coming out hot against his cheek. He wasn't sure if it was an openess caused by the alcohol or if it was her natural reaction, but she was making these little whimpering sounds that went straight to his cock.
She broke away just enough so she could catch her breath with her lips still being attatched to his. Mulder. The word was like a whisper that he swallowed whole, but he needed more. He leaned in to close the gap and placed his hand on the back of her neck to keep her closer.
But instead of leaning in, she leaned away with a wide smirk. He kept his eyes trained on her as her chest heaved while trying to catch her breath. "I won," she smirked.
Fuck.
"That's not fair," he replied in a husky voice laden with arousal. "I was just trying to stabilize you," he lied.
"Uh huh, sure," she laughed, her lipstick blurred from their meeting. "You just can't keep your hands off me."
"I think there's truth in both statements," he replied as he watched her look around the bar to see if they'd gathered any unwanted attention."I think we need more trial runs," he flirted. "You know, for the sake of evidence before we draw a conclusion."
She finished off her drink and he watched it slide down the pale expanse of her throat. She let the glass hit the counter with a click and she looked at him with a playful smirk. "I suppose we need to in order to conduct an efficient experiment," she whispered, leaning so close that the last few words were just breath on his lips as she closed the gap.
