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vi. enceinte

Mulder didn't need to read What to Expect When You're Expecting to know a woman's hormones went into overdrive during pregnancy. No, the past two weeks he'd spent with Scully after returning from the dead had been enough of an educational experience on that tidbit of information.

At first he'd selfishly thought the emotions all had to do with his miraculous return, the tears and intense mood swings. Then she sobbed when she ran out of ice cream and he realized he wasn't that special.

He thought it was ironic, for nearly eight years she was so stoic and reserved that he constantly wondered to himself what she was feeling. All he did was wish she'd express her emotions to him; now that was all she did and he was still equally confused.

He'd been keeping a mental tally of all the things that had made her cry during the short time he'd been around Pregnant Scully to see if there was a pattern, but the results were… inconclusive to say the least: when they were stuck behind a slow car on the interstate, the radio playing two country songs in a row, when they couldn't have sex because of the partial abruption (she cried over that at least once a day), when she realized Skinner'd gotten balder since they first met him, when he brought her Jello 1-2-3 instead of some other jello she was craving, when a commercial for Six Flags played (that one really threw him for a loop), and that was barely grazing the surface.

She also had a tendency to cry when he touched, or sometimes even just looked at, her bulging stomach, but he couldn't blame her for that one. He did too.

There was another aspect of Pregnant Scully he'd become extremely familiar with as of late; she was insatiably horny. Every second of every minute of every day. Sometimes he'd just be doing something mundane, like cleaning the dishes or dusting the shelves she couldn't reach, and he'd catch her looking at him with the most predatory fixation that he'd ever seen. Sometimes he felt like his dick was a vulnerable little lamb and Scully was a ravenous, starving mountain lion. The only difference being he didn't care if she devoured him; in fact, he wanted it almost as much as she did.

Even though they'd been having pregnancy sex often, it was still a learning curve for them. She said it wasn't him, it took her awhile to get ahold of masturbating with her protruding belly in the way. There was just a lot of new territory to navigate, new nerves to pay attention to, new feelings she hadn't experienced before. He'd finessed the fine art of pleasuring Scully quite a while ago. Now he was having to do it all over again with her new body, which proved to be an obstacle in more ways than he'd expected.

Some positions became harder, others became impossible. Sometimes she felt gross, horny nonetheless, but 'huge, gross, and ugly,' and then suddenly their foreplay became him taking on the impossible task of trying to find words that could even begin to describe how beautiful she was to him. He meant them all. He loved Scully in any form, but he finally understood what people meant when they said pregnant women glowed. Scully was absolutely radiant. The prenatal vitamins made her hair, skin, and nails strong and beautiful. Even the bulbousness of her belly seemed perfectly round. She was such a tiny woman that the change was almost obscene. He loved it. Despite the crying, she seemed happier and more content that he could ever remember seeing her.

Since they started having sex again, she'd been catching him off guard more than he thought she would. Last night he woke up to one of the best blow jobs of his life while Scully was simultaneously touching herself. Another time before that she'd been so excited to fuck that she'd started giving him a handjob on the drive home, making walking into her apartment a bit more of a hassle than he was used to. Pregnancy lust seemed to cloud her usual rationality.

But even with all this, he never in a thousand years expected she'd be so willing to do it in the office. In the past it took a while of convincing on his part, and the desk she'd been so graciously sprawled on belonged solely to him; not shared with a man he barely knew. She seemed to know this too, because a coy smile broke out on her face as she watched his surprise grow with every button she undid on her maternity shirt. He didn't want to get too hopeful, but he knew Scully was feeling a little down about having to go on maternity leave, especially since they weren't sure if the X-Files would be here when she got back, and he knew how much she loved to commemorate significant events.

"What are you doing, Scully?" he asked playfully, licking his lips to tease her a bit.

"Hopefully you in a minute," she smirked, shucking the shirt off her shoulders so it landed haphazardly on the ground.

His dick really enjoyed her wordplay as it sprang to life in appreciation. "Scully," he admonished, clutching his hand to his heart. "In the office ? That is highly inappropria-."

She cut him off by walking towards him so that the back of his legs hit the desk, grabbing his tie, and pulling him close to her face. "Shut up and kiss me," she demanded playfully.

"Yes ma'am," he laughed before wrapping his arms around her and kissing her with the vigor he knew she needed. His lips fumbled against hers as he couldn't stop himself from moaning in her mouth as Scully almost immediately started rubbing him through the front of his jeans. She confided to him last week that merely touching him was a huge turn on for her, and the sentiment was mutual.

"Switch me," he panted against her wet lips.

"Huh?"

He grabbed her and moved them so she was leaning with her back against the desk for support as he reached behind her and undid her bra. She wasn't able to lay on her back in her condition, so they had to do a lot of leaning, bending, and improvising. Mulder tossed her bra to lay on her shirt and immediately latched his mouth onto one of her full, round breasts. They were a size or two bigger than normal and he was enjoying them as much as he possibly could while they lasted. Her nipples seemed to be more sensitive than normal because even the smallest flick of his tongue had her whining.

"P-please," she whimpered.

"Please what, Scully?" he asked as he licked each nipple with the flat of his tongue, enjoying the way her knuckles whitened against the wood of the desk.

"Harder," she groaned, bucking her hips into his still-clothed body.

Instead of answering, he just increased the suction tenfold, flicking his tongue back and forth with fervor he was matching swipe for swipe with his fingers on the other bud, earning very vocal appreciation from the recipient.

*ring*

"Don't answer it," he mumbled against her breast.

*ring*

"Agent Doggett said he might call about that creature attack... thing. What if it's important?" she rasped, her chest heaving against his chin as she tried to control her breathing.

He was about to tell her he'd rather not hear Agent Doggett's name while he had an erection and was in the middle of pleasuring her, but he didn't have a chance to even get the words out of his mouth. "Scully," she said in a poor imitation of her Agent Scully voice. Agent Scully's voice didn't quiver in that high-pitched tone. Horny Scully's did though.

He stood up to his full height and looked down at her with pursed lips. She playfully winked at him before the voice on the other end pulled her back in. "The corpse has been there how long?"

Mulder knew enough about himself to know he was nothing if not persistent, so, disregarding Scully's attempts to be professional, he suddenly raised his hands upwards and firmly cupped both breasts. The abruptness of his movement caused her to gasp and inadvertently arch into him.

"Wha-oh, yeah. I'm fine," she stuttered into the receiver. Apparently even Agent Doggett could tell she was off. He began to softly run his thumbs back and forth over her hypersensitive nipples, his barely-there touch eliciting a stifled moan as she bit her bottom lip. They were larger and darker than they'd been before he was dead, and although he typically prided himself on his eidetic memory he was having trouble remembering exactly what they looked like before. Maybe this new Scully was his favorite version.

"What about the bite marks?" Scully was doing her damnedest to stay professional. A sadistic smile spread across his face as he watched her eyes flutter shut before snapping back open. He leaned forward slowly and took a nipple between his teeth, biting softly.

"God-" she struggled out, breathing heavily. "No, no, I'm okay…" she rushed, placing her hand on top of Mulder's head, pushing him away gently and sending him a half-hearted gaze of warning.

"Could be predation, did they rule it out?" she continued, then started nodding. "Yeah, I suppose weather could be a factor." Her eyes narrowed and her tongue slid out over her bottom lip and he knew she was toying with him. As sexy as he found her dedication to the X files in her current state, Mulder was annoyed at how focused she was on some apparent predators when he knew she was the biggest predator in the room at the moment. In retaliation he pinched both her nipples hard enough to earn a yelp.

"No, it's fine!" she said abruptly into the receiver.

"You're gonna be more than fine here in a minute, Scully," he murmured quietly, toying with the thin elastic of her maternity pants.

"Oh, that was just Agent Mulder fumbling around," she teased, covering up the fact he apparently hadn't murmured quietly enough.

He locked his gaze with hers and cocked his eyebrow, communicating his dissatisfaction with her word choice. Mulder was sure she gave him a warning glare, but he was too busy snaking his hand down the front of her pants, under her panties, and delving harshly into her wetness.

A little choked sound left her throat as she squeezed her thighs against his hand, rubbing herself against him the way she'd been craving. He'd only just begun focusing on her clit when she slapped his hand away, mouthing 'knock it off' with a smile on her face. "I'm sorry, Agent Doggett-." He retracted his hand away from her and looked down at her with a coy smirk. "No, no. The baby's fine. I promise. I just have indigestion," she reassured.

Suddenly he felt a little guilty. If there was one feeling he could empathize with more than anything, it was being worried about Scully. He appreciated what the man did for her while he was gone and decided to spare him any further concern. However, just because he was sparing Agent Doggett from worry didn't mean he had to spare Scully from the sexual torture of anticipation.

He took a few steps back, licking his fingers clean of her juices the whole time before roughly undoing his belt, catching her attention immediately. Through all his years down here, he'd never actually done this. Thought about it plenty of times, but never actually committed to doing the act. In this moment it just felt perfect. It would remind her to keep her focus on him, while also giving her a front seat to a show he knew she was more than a little fond of.

Unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans in record time, he grabbed his throbbing shaft and pulled it out so she could see just exactly how much he wanted her. Just as he suspected, her eyes were trained on him instantly, widening ever so slightly in lustful surprise. Agonizingly slow, for both him and her, he started stroking himself. She looked so beautiful standing there, flushed and aroused because of him.

"The bite marks were located where?"

His cock twitched in his palm and he watched her suck her bottom lip in between her teeth.

"I-I'm sorry, what did you say?" she murmured in a much lower voice that she'd just been using. Mulder spend a bit of time at his tip collecting his precum with his thumb, running the warm wetness around his head, twisting his wrist in that way he liked so much before thrusting himself into his fist. He could actually see her rocking her hips backwards into the desk, humping it like a horny teenager, and it made him groan, picking up his pace as the sound of his slick wetness filled the room.

"Mulder stubbed his toe," she said, uncommitted, while pressing the phone in between her shoulder and cheek so she could pull her pants down and shimmy out of them, bringing her dampened underwear down at the same time.

"Uh huh," she uttered, turning around so her back was to him. His movements stopped in confusion, and he was glad they had, because if he'd been touching himself as he watched her bend over, revealing her swollen, pink, dripping sex, he probably would have come on the spot and received a very harsh scolding from Scully.

"That's odd. Did you check with the local police department?" she asked, sensually looking back over her shoulder at him, playfully rocking her hips side to side like a pendulum, beckoning him towards her.

He whipped his sweater over his head and stepped out of the rest of his clothes while he closed the gap between them. He got on his knees behind her and placed his hands on either side of her arousal, stretching her lips apart as he watched her glisten and gleam underneath his fingertips. She smelled exquisite.

"That's really-," without warning he thrust his tongue into her and pumped it in and out, " Spooky! " she strained. He wasn't sure if that was the word choice she was originally going to go with or if she was finding a way to cleverly call out his name. Either way, it did something for him.

"I hope you figure it out," she replied breathily while he brought his fingers to her clit, rubbing it without abandon. He already felt her legs starting to tremble, god she was so sensitive now.

"Mhm. Keep me in the loop, Agent Doggett. Bye." She all but threw the phone down on the receiver and slammed her palms on the desk. "Mulder! Stop teasing me and fuck m-"

"Agent Scully?" Agent Doggett's voice rang out.

They both froze as they realized she hadn't hung up, instead just putting him on speaker. "Um," she started, but Mulder beat her to it by grabbing the cord and ripping the plug out of the socket.

She laughed at his desperation and turned around to look at him over her shoulder. "That's one way to do it," she joked.

He stood up, making sure to rub his aching shaft up her leg the whole time. "What can I say? I was really enticed by your last offer. What was it? You wanted me to fu-"

"Mulder, if you're not inside me in three oh my god," she cried out, throwing her head back in pleasure.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asked, balls deep in her.

"Mhm," she dragged out, nodding lazily as if she was drunk. Her head drooped until it was laying on the desk.

Languidly, he started pulling himself out of her, reveling in the way her inner muscles clutched onto him. She'd explained it to him with all her science-y terms earlier. Apparently the pregnancy increased the blood flow and made her feel a bit more swollen and wet than usual. She said it felt like every little thing was heightened and honestly he felt the same: high off of her own elevated pleasure.

He bucked into her, enjoying the way her ass felt when it slammed into his lower abdomen with every inward stroke. Mulder bent over her, wanting to be as close to her as humanly possible. He felt like the pregnancy was making her give off pheromones that made her even more magnetic than usual. She swore that was simply not medically possible, but he still had his suspicions.

He placed a series of open mouthed kisses to the nape of her neck and her shoulder blades, lavishing her with affection. It didn't take her long nowadays and he could tell from the way she started frantically backing up onto him that she was chasing a rapidly approaching orgasm. He was actually a bit grateful because sometimes it was hard pretending like he wasn't ready to come just from touching her for a minute. She wasn't the only one dealing with pent-up energy; being away from her for so long had its physical effects on him as well. As much fun as it was at times to draw it out, these quick bursts for them were equally as divine.

The signals of her climax were as beautiful to him as the sounds of an orchestra tuning up, individual parts finding their way together to create a beautiful melody. Her grip tightening on the desk, the gentle angling of her hips, how her movements became desperate, the hitch of her voice, all leading up to the beautiful moment where her walls tightened around him as a sob tore from her throat and...tears fell onto the wood of the desk.

Fuck.

He stilled inside of her, but his dick hadn't caught up with his brain quite yet and his own orgasm accidentally overtook him from the sensations of her pulsing around him.

"Scullyareyoualright?" he strained, trying to keep his concern at the forefront of his voice rather than his ecstasy.

"Mhm," she whimpered in a trembling little voice.

He pulled out of her and quickly moved to bend down at her side. "Did I hurt you at all?" he asked, worry lacing his voice.

She turned to look at him and he was relieved to see a huge smile adorning her tear stained face. He brushed a few strands of hair behind her ears as she fruitlessly tried to wipe her tears away, only to have more fall. "Why are you crying?" he murmured, kissing her arm.

She sniffled comically, the tears ebbing, before declaring, "I just love having sex down here." She burst out into laughter at her own irrationality and he joined her immediately.

"What do you say we call it a day and head home?" He'd referred to her place as "home" without even realizing it, but ever since he came back that's truthfully what it had been for him. He rarely spent any time at all at his own place anymore. For a second he thought maybe she wouldn't notice, but she did, and the tears that had just stopped falling started again in earnest. He began laughing again and kissed her shoulder, and after a few moments she wiped her face again and he helped her stand up.

She nodded lightly. "Home," she grinned. "Now."

"You in a hurry for some reason?" he smirked.

"Can we take a shower together when we get there?" she requested.

"Anything you want, Scully."

Insatiable.