Aïe
Notes:
The idea came from a kind of challenge launched on Twitter. I've put it on stand-by for a few months, waiting for a specific angle and way to write part of this missing scene, which is highly controversial.
Even if you despise Diana, if you hate imagining Mulder and Diana together, I hope you'll appreciate my story.
Diana Fowley, wearing a black negligee, entered the bedroom and walked toward Mulder.
"Hundreds of little joys… To open a door and have a woman beckon you in, to have her make a fire and lay the table for you and when it's late, to feel her take you into her arms," she declared.
She took up a key, unlocked Mulder's handcuffs, then ran her hands up his bare chest.
Diana's deft digits dancing divinely over my desperate and delicate skin, radiating directly to my dermis and diffusing desire, then discharging my endless doubts and distrust. Disoriented, distracted and disarmed, any disbelief and dilemma have been disintegrated in my dull mind. May her digits be dice deciding my destiny. Diving deep into Diana and dying.
Mulder let it go, heading down to Diana's lips and kissing her without any restraints. For a second he felt lost and small, like an innocent child catching two adults and their indecipherable gesture behind a door, then all became clear and natural. He was just entering a well-known house, following a quotidian path leading to his bedroom where he knew he would have rest, comfort and simple pleasure.
Diana broke the kiss. "Fox, know that I've never stopped loving you."
Disruption, distraction, incursion of irking ideas in my inner mind. Diana, don't do it.
Ignoring Diana's words, Mulder delicately took her clothes off, admiring her still so attractive physique. He couldn't deny aching for a real and sincere lovemaking, instead of his pathetic masturbatory sessions, triggered by pathetic phone calls. He knew Diana could offer him release and thrills. They had their good times when they were together, back in the days; before shadows of bitterness and coldness had reached them.
Diana returned Mulder's gesture, and, staring up and down his nakedness, almost pronounced some other words. But she had sensed Mulder's reticence before and she knew better than to insist. They would have time to talk later, she would have time to tell him what she had on her heart. Right now, what they both needed was just dialoguing with their senses, and that would already be something, something meaningful and weightful, something she had waited for so long.
As Diana's hands were stroking his whole body, her mouth tasting his skin, Mulder's thoughts went back in time. First, he made a quick stop in Kristen's bedroom, where, for the last time, he had been touched like that. But that memory was tainted and blurry, forever associated with desperation and hopelessness. He even wasn't sure that he or Kristen had any orgasm that night. He had been so tired, so completely deprived of sleep and so physically and mentally hurt; she had been so lost and vulnerable, that their intercourse might have been one vain attempt to heal both their souls. They had given each other comfort, surely, but not felicity.
Traveling backwards, Mulder jumped over the years and let a younger self resurface and take control of his arms and hands, even most of his brain. It was safer and simpler to somehow retrieve the state of innocence he had been in when he had first dated Diana, when they had first discovered each other's intimacy. Let's pretend they would all start again, fresh and new, yet with the benefit of their shared experience and the knowledge of their bodies' preferences. Mulder cupped Dianas's breast, playing with her hard nipples the way she liked, and, as she had raised her head, swallowed her moans with his mouth and tongue. Then, he took Diana's hands in his, guiding them to the bed.
When falling down on the mattress, Diana took back the lead. Mulder wasn't surprised, holding the reins was engraved in her DNA. Lying on his back, Diana now straddling him, he let her decide the pace and all things. After all, he had been a zombie for days; he wouldn't bet he had enough stamina to wander and complete an endurance race. Reading Diana's face, he understood she was yet ravenous and about to engage in a speed race; good, he won't have time to worry and think much.
Do it Diana. Bleed dry my body and dick. Die off my ideals. Instill illusions. Drive me insane, idle, idiot, inert.
However, Diana soon stopped the wild movements she had initiated, looking straight in Mulder's eyes and slowly leaning forward. She put a long tender kiss on his forehead, her hands gently running her fingers through his hair, then whispered an amorous 'Fox'. Mulder instantly quivered and closed his eyes.
Ick! Don't do it, Diana. Forbidden here. Don't dirty and ink it. Dedicated to my medic and dear Dana.
Mulder thrusted back fiercely into Diana, forcing her to retrieve a risen position. Straight as an i. Unaware of Mulder's subtle rejection, Diana gladly followed his frantic rhythm. She slid Mulder's right hand from the side of her hip to her clit; time to reach the finish line. Mulder obliged; time to die and reach oblivion, if not heaven.
Diana was the first to attain ecstasy, Mulder following not long after. Diana's genuine orgasm and noisy enjoyment made him let all loose, be fully in the moment and appreciate raw pleasure. He came hard, a bit astonished to feel so much, and wondering why it hadn't happened to him for a long time.
Diana fell down beside Mulder, stayed still and quiet for a minute, then snuggled against his warm sweated body. Stroking his chest, she said: "I've missed you, Fox."
Mulder settled Diana tight into his arms. Obviously, he was missing someone in his bed, someone giving him affection. He couldn't deny craving love, even simple domestic love.
As sleep slowly began to creep in, tears suddenly flowed out from Mulder's closed eyes.
Dana… My human reliance, brain scanner, chance and saneness manager, pain analgesic. Dana… My madonna, woman and partner of a man's span. Dana, I'm an abandoned man. Stand by me, Dana.
Note:
The title is French. "Aïe" means "Ouch", and is pronounced (to my ears) like the vowel "i" in English.
It's of course related to the story, and the way I've written it.
