Outside the Thorn Residence
The Hallowed Compound
8:12 P.M. Tuesday
In theory, it sounded simple: Mulder just had to go to the tree, get the gun, and meet back at the house and Scully had to do the same, only with Rosemary's documents. All of the men, as far as they were aware, should be at the meeting right now, and they were banking on the women being busy with something in their homes. As long as they were careful, they figured they should be okay.
"If one of us isn't here by nine, call Halloran," he'd implored.
"What if neither of us are back?" she'd replied.
"Then we have bigger problems."
They'd given each other one last fleeting glance before starting off. Mulder unquestionably had to go farther than her, but she was still aggravated at how far away Rosemary's house was. Realistically, it was only about a five minute walk, but when every sound was like a death knell, it felt like an eternity. She decided to prioritize caution over speed, and anytime she felt like she heard something concerning, she'd dip in between the houses, hiding as best she could, until she felt confident again.
2-5-1-1
The address was repeating in her head like a mantra with every new step, yet somehow when she finally reached it, she felt more anxiety than relief. Scully looked around and didn't see anyone nearby so she boldly went over to the clothesline and felt around for the right dress, unable to see very well in the dark. Her hand hit something hard and she pulled out what had to have been at least fifteen to twenty pages of writing. Great job, Rosemary, she thought.
Scully deftly lifted her skirt and attempted to tuck the ziploc bag in her underwear so it was flush to her stomach, kept in place by the elastic band and the weight of her dress. She was just turning to leave when she heard the sound of something crashing and she felt the hair on her neck stand up. Shooting her attention to the direction of the clatter, she saw the light on in what she presumed was Rosemary and Jason's bedroom.
Scully stayed still as a statue for a few moments, the cicadas matching time with the beating of her heart. She was just about to move when she heard a choked sob from Rosemary, "Please, don't."
Scully felt a sinking in her gut as she heard Jason yelling at her. Why was he here? Her jaw tightened in fury and she knew she had to do something, anything that could help the woman from facing this man's cruelty. She looked around and saw that a tree in between this house and the next had landscaping rocks surrounding the base. Tiptoeing over to the trunk, she bent over and picked up the heaviest one.
Looking back up at the window, she knew she couldn't trust her aim to go that far. She just needed to try and get his attention away from her. She quickly glanced around, making sure she would be able to make a quick getaway. Then, turning back around, with all the might she had, she hurled the rock through Jason and Rosemary's kitchen window, shattering the glass into tiny shards.
"What the fuck was that?" Jason's voice roared before she could hear him moving about the home, his footsteps thunderous even from outside.
Not wanting to get caught, she turned and started running back towards her and Mulder's house, trying to make sure she was landing on the balls of her feet in an attempt to be quiet. Rosemary's Ziploc bag was tickling the skin of her stomach, making a plastic crinkling noise with the twisting of her body. She placed her hand on her abdomen, hoping to stifle the sound when she thought she heard something.
Scully quickly turned in between two random houses and leaned down into a bush, trying to gather her bearings to hear if people were coming out of their houses because of the sound and not wanting to be caught in the middle of something. She put a hand over her mouth and tried to calm her breathing.
She saw a man emerge around the corner she'd just turned, but it was too dark for her to tell immediately from this distance, but then she saw him come into vision as she heard a gentle, familiar voice whisper, "Katherine."
Mulder jumped in surprise as she stood up from her place in the bushes about ten feet away from him, near the backyards of the houses. "Robert," she whispered back breathily, stepping out onto the grass in between the two houses. "I'm so glad to see you."
"Hello, Katherine," a deep voice replied from behind her.
She whipped around and was met with the sight of Victor standing right behind her.
Then there was only pain.
8:22 P.M.
The man backhanded her mouth and it sounded as harsh as a crack of a whip against the night. Mulder froze in disbelief, and before either of them had a chance to process what just occurred, Victor cruelly wrapped his fingers around Scully's bicep and pulled her to him. "You are not to speak unless spoken to and never outside the home especially when you aren't supposed to be out. You know that, Katherine," he growled, leaning down into her personal space while shaking her forcefully.
Scully's shoulders curved slightly as she curled into herself, trying to protect herself from any further abuse while not aggravating him further, and it was the sound of her involuntary whimper that snapped Mulder out of his pure shock. White hot rage flared inside of him at the man and he stomped forward, putting his hand on Victor's chest while grabbing Scully with the other. "Victor, it is my job to discipline my wife. I never want to see you lay your hands on her again," he seethed, drawing Scully against his chest protectively as they took a step back from the fuming man.
Scully was tense from pain and was covering her mouth with her hands with her eyes squeezed shut, presumably in an attempt to suppress the pain from the blow. There hadn't been any time for him to prevent it, but the knowledge this much larger man struck her right in front of him made him sick to his stomach.
"That's the problem with you, Robert," Victor retorted, putting his fists on his hips while glaring at the pair.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Mulder replied defensively.
"She's insubordinate. It's clear to everyone in the Hallowed that you aren't punishing her unruly nature. She looks men in the eyes, she walks with her head raised, and she has the gall to speak freely outside the home. You aren't putting her in her place," he explained.
"I handle her how I see fit. I don't tell you what to do with Sally," Mulder replied.
Mulder had been soothingly rubbing Scully's back until he saw the man catch sight of the motion, stilling it in place. "Sally knows better than to behave the way your wife does. If she didn't, she'd be too sore to even leave the house," he spat.
"My wife is none of your concern," Mulder stated firmly.
"Any female who doesn't know her place is my concern. It reflects poorly on the Hallowed."
"I'll take care of her," Mulder sighed, just wanting to get her inside and away from this madman.
"Then show me," he demanded.
"Excuse me?" Mulder asked incredulously.
"Show me how you discipline her."
The tension was palpable between the two men and Mulder knew he'd have to navigate himself out of this carefully. He would rather cut off his hands than lay one on Scully, let alone in front of the crazed man. "You hit her good. I think she's learned her lesson tonight."
"That's right. I taught her a lesson, but I'm not the concern. You are," he stated cooly. Mulder felt his stomach start to churn. He didn't anticipate this would be something that would blow their cover. Scully was still curved into his side, her body rigid like stone while she tucked her head into his shirt. The thought of pulling her away from the safety of his arms only to hurt her made bile rise in his throat.
He would rather die. Undercover operation be damned. They had enough to expose this place, and Mulder had the upper hand of having a weapon now. He was not going to risk Scully's safety.
The only person he was going to be hitting was the man standing in front of him.
"Victor, I-" he started.
A loud crash broke the tension and caused Victor to turn around. One of the farm hands had been carrying a bundle of firewood, only to trip on his own feet, sending all the wood and his body tumbling to the ground. He turned around with a scowl and replied, "I have to go help Chuck. Heed my warning, Robert. Keep her in line." He walked off to go help the kid and Mulder and Scully were stuck there in awe of how he could go from commanding him to hit her to being a good neighbor in all of one minute.
"Let's talk inside," he whispered into her hair, his lips barely moving. He wanted to know if she was okay, but, more than anything, he wanted to get them safe in their own house.
They walked briskly side by side, but he noticed Scully was looking at the ground the entire time, presumably as a result of Victor's criticism, so all he could see was her hair shining in the moonlight.
When they got inside safely, he flicked on the light and turned to her. "Scully, I am so sorry," he lamented, pulling her to a chair to sit down.
"It's not your fault, Mulder. I should have just swallowed my pride and fit in," she murmured behind her hand.
He pulled up a chair and sat in front of her. "Can I see?" he asked softly, touching her wrist. She met his eyes, watching his reaction as she lowered her hand.
Her bottom lip was split, a bit of blood gathering at the corner of her mouth, and he could already see a bruise forming on her jaw. "Scully," he exhaled in grief, raising his hand and gently wiping the blood away.
"I've had worse workplace injuries," she reassured with a weak smile, though that sentiment only made him feel even sadder.
"I'm going to get you a damp washcloth, okay?" he replied.
Unexpectedly, she responded with, "Can you grab me one of the bibles from the living room?"
"Uh, okay," he responded, quickly grabbing it and handing it to her before grabbing a towel and wetting it in the sink.
Even over the roar of the faucet, he could hear her flipping pages at a rapid rate. "What are you looking for?" he asked, shutting the sink off before sitting in the chair next to her. He raised his hands, cupping her jaw delicately with one hand while he gently tried to soothe and clean the wound.
She hissed with a sharp intake of breath and smiled weakly as he apologized. "Has anyone told you about the house numbers?"
"No, but I keep getting lost," he replied, trying to dampen his frustration that she was so absorbed in this instead of processing what just happened to her.
"They're bible verses," she explained before wincing.
"Sorry," he murmured, using his pinky finger to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Our house and Randy and Laurie's are passages dealing with blind devotion and self-sacrifice for the greater good. I'm just wondering if there might be something more to it. Rosemary's is familiar, but I just can't remember," she explained.
The mentioning of the woman reminded him of why this all happened in the first place. "Were you able to get her written statement?"
Scully nodded, putting her hand under her dress and pulling out the gallon-sized Ziploc filled with what looked like at least fifteen pages of writing, discarding it on the table in favor of the bible in her hands. "I found it," she whispered, "Deuteronomy 25:11"
He watched her eyes move back and forth on the page, her mouth setting into a thin line the lower her eyes got on the page. "So what is it?" he asked.
"When men fight with one another and the wife of the one draws near to rescue her husband from the hand of him who is beating him and puts out her hand and seizes him by the private parts, then you shall cut off her hand. Your eye shall have no pity," she repeated with a low sigh. "They gave her to Jason as a punishment."
She wiped a hand across her face, mindful of her injury, before letting her head fall back. "I think I messed up, Mulder," she whispered.
"What do you mean?" he asked in confusion.
"I heard her getting upset and I threw a rock through the window because I was scared of what Jason was doing to her," she admitted. "What if he takes out his anger about the window on her? I might have just made things so much worse for her," she added, her breath hitching.
Mulder felt his heart go out to her. He knew she didn't like it when he psychoanalyzed her, but he could tell Scully went into this wanting to save every woman from her oppression, but she was facing systematic misogyny, not just a few shitty men. It was an undertaking that was threatening to break her spirit. "Scully," he started, lifting up the Ziploc bag. "Look at what you've done for her with just this. You can't be sure tonight will be any worse for her than it may have been otherwise, but you can be sure that all the nights in the future after we get out of here will be with the man she loves. You're saving her in the long run even if it doesn't feel good now."
She looked defeated, but nodded at his point nonetheless. "It's unfair to yourself to take the blame for what that man does."
"I know," she nodded. "I just want to shut this place down."
"And we will, okay? Soon too, we have plenty of evidence. We just need to start solidifying a plan with Halloran, so that Victor doesn't suspect anything and pull a Waco or Jonestown upon feeling a threat."
Scully nodded again before standing up. "Thanks for cleaning me up," she whispered softly. "I'm going to get ready for bed. I'll meet you upstairs okay?"
"Okay," he replied softly, watching her retreat to their bedroom. He hated it when Scully felt guilty. He truly didn't know Catholic Guilt had been such a real thing until meeting her. She had just been starting to feel better from the Pfaster incident last month too, but now he could see that same sense of helpless guilt taking residence in her heart again.
With a sigh, he cleaned up the kitchen, making sure the doors were all locked before taking his turn in the bathroom. He slipped into some clean boxers, brushed his teeth, and made his way to their bed, only to be met with Scully sitting on the edge, waiting for him.
"Are you okay?" he prompted, walking closer to her.
"I need to ask you a favor, but I don't think you're going to like it," she started shyly.
After what she just went through, he would give her the world if she asked. "Anything," he replied.
Taking a deep breath before asking, she exhaled and started playing with her nails. "Mulder, I need bruises," she stated tentatively.
A sinking feeling started in his guilt and he swallowed nervously. "What do you mean?"
"All the women have at least a couple bruises on them. They even made comments about it earlier, I think it's preventing them from opening up to me. Like I'm not one of them. And now with Victor on edge, it's a target on us," she explained.
He was quiet for a minute, digesting her words. "I'm not going to hit you, Scully," he murmured softly. "I can't. I won't."
"You don't have to," she replied with the shake of her head, shifting herself up higher. "Bruises are just broken capillaries, pressure could cause them."
"I don't want to hurt you," he lamented, distress evident in his tone.
She raised one of her hands and grabbed his hand, stroking the skin on the back of his hand softly. "You won't," she reassured. "But if we don't do this, someone else will."
The image of her tiny frame staggering after being hit by that brute flashed in his mind and a new wave of fury came over him. She was so small. He knew she would hate it if he said it out loud, but she was diminutive when standing next to anyone. It didn't mean she wasn't powerful, but it did mean she had to fight harder than most people. Now they were settled in a community where she wasn't allowed easy access to her usual tools of defense while surrounded by dangerous men who had little regard for women, and he wasn't sure what could happen to her when she was out of his sight. He would do whatever it took to prevent anything else from happening. "What do you need me to do?" he asked in defeat.
She withdrew her hand into her lap and pursed her lips. "The most common thing I saw was bruises on their wrists, as if they were grabbed or pinned down."
An uneasy feeling washed over him as he thought of all the women he'd met over the past few days. "Do you think they're being raped?" he asked.
She met his eye and nodded once sharply, definitively. "Maybe not all, but I would guess most. Most couples didn't come in together like us, they were arranged by the Hallowed. Besides, it's not all that uncommon, marital rape was only outlawed in the United States in '93 and my standards for a cult laden with criminals are far lower."
He wiped his hands across his face, irritated at the entire situation as he heard Scully shifting herself fully onto the bed, her back flush against the mattress as she bracketed her head with her arms. He watched her for a moment, unsure of what she was implying. "What're you doing?" he prompted.
Scully looked over at him, her body remaining in place. "Pin me down," she stated.
Uneasiness settled in his gut and he started shaking his head, "Scully, no-"
"It'll be one of the easiest ways," she interrupted.
He didn't like the idea of him looming over her and hurting her wrists after what she'd just said about what the other women were going through. "Do you have to lie down?" he asked.
"Not technically," she answered. "But if we do it your way, you'll have to bruise me by squeezing my wrists as hard as you can. If you do it my way, you'll just have to squeeze while putting your weight on me and the pressure alone will work."
He pictured the alternative and his mind was instantly made up. "Okay," he sighed, easing himself over her, straddling her waist with his legs as he grabbed her wrists in his hands, feeling her delicate bones under his palms as he pressed them into the mattress. He leaned forward and put his weight in his hands, clenching his jaw as he saw the mattress dip.
Scully shifted beneath him, her hips rubbing against his inner thighs, and it drew his attention down to her face. If she was uncomfortable, she wasn't letting on at all. She was just staring up at him like nothing was out of the ordinary, her hair fanning out on the pillow innocently.
Of all the times he imagined them in a position like this.
"Are you okay?" he asked, breaking the silence.
Her tongue poked out towards the corner of her mouth to lick her wound. "Yeah," she murmured with a nod. "You should press down harder."
Swallowing thickly, he squeezed tighter and eased himself so more of his weight was pressing onto her wrists. He could see his fingers digging into her and the skin around where they touched turning white in protest. "Does it hurt?"
"Not really," she replied, looking at his shirt instead of his face. "I'm going to press back and move a bit, like I'm resisting just to help add friction. Don't let up, okay?"
He didn't say anything and she took that as a sign to continue. Scully started twisting her wrists around in his hands, trying to pull her arms down and away from him. She continued struggling like that for a while, occasionally struggling hard enough that her back arched and her chest brushed against his. She was resisting with her full power, and it wasn't even enough to knock him off slightly. His hands wrapped around her wrists without any effort and nothing she was doing was loosening his grip.
He wasn't anywhere near the strongest man here.
Even though her face never faltered from a mask of intense concentration, in his mind he couldn't help but see it contort into pain. He was bombarded by the image of Scully writhing underneath someone pinning her down, her struggling to regain power against someone physically stronger than her, of her squirming in pain as they took advantage of her. He couldn't take it anymore.
He let go of her like she was on fire and sat back on his calves, barely any pressure resting on her hips. "I can't do this," he gasped, his hands flying to his face as he tried to wipe the thoughts out of his mind. "I'm sorry."
She scooted underneath him a bit, so that he was sitting over her legs as she sat up and put her hands on his biceps. "Mulder, it's okay," she soothed, rubbing up and down his arms.
"No, it's not, Scully!" he proclaimed. "A man hit you tonight. In front of me no less. What if someone gets mad at you and I'm not there? What if Tobe comes back? What do you think might happen then? Men here assault their wives in the name of punishment for fucks sake," he seethed, his anger at the situation coming out at her.
He ran his hand across his forehead, trying to calm down when he felt her grab his wrist gently, tugging at him to pull his hand away from his face. When he did, he was met with an expression of pure compassion and empathy. "Now do you understand how I feel about the thought of you having to go to one of those damn meetings?" she asked, her other hand wrapped behind him, her finger gently touching his initiation mark.
He raised a hand and stroked her hair, tucking a loose strand behind her ear while his hand lingered at her jaw. "I just want to keep you safe," he whispered.
"By doing this you are," she whispered. "I'm sorry it's hard, but I can't do it alone."
"W-what else do you need me to do," he whispered in defeat. "Where else do you need bruises?"
"Anywhere visible," she answered softly.
He looked over at her sitting in her soft cotton nightgown and tried to envision what would be best. Her arms, neck, collarbone , and face were really the only places visible. The legs didn't seem worthwhile since he didn't want to accidentally hurt her and make it harder for her to run. Her face was covered thanks to Victor. "Can we do the same thing with your upper arms?" he sighed.
Nodding, happy he was conceding to her plan, she laid back down. "Good idea," she replied, and he knew she was just placating him to make him feel better.
"Tell me when to stop, okay?" he replied, grabbing her just above the bends of her elbows.
"Okay," she whispered, watching his face intently as he began to press his weight down onto her, his fingers curving into the delicate flesh of her arms.
He wasn't sure where to look. Looking at her face just made him feel bad, he didn't want to seem like he was leering at her by staring at her chest, so he decided to look at the pillow next to her. Mulder just wished there was something they could do instead of this. The thought that she would be walking around the next few days with bruises caused by him made him want to crawl into a hole, despite the circumstances. She took a deep breath and his eyes were drawn to her neck, the gold cross laying in the hollow of her throat.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked, glancing up to her face. Her eyes looked dilated as she shook her head softly.
"Never," she replied, her voice breathier than normal.
Despite the undertones of what they were doing, he couldn't help but be reminded of this morning. That was undoubtedly crossing the line of platonic partners. If they hadn't been interrupted, he was almost certain they would have crossed another line: one they'd been toeing for so long. They'd almost let the seven years of sexual tension and mutual longing come to fruition.
He watched her pulse with fascination, fluttering against the delicate area of her neck like a hummingbird - the tendon of her neck moving under her skin. An idea struck him, and he couldn't help but think it sounded a lot better than pressing his weight onto her like this. "Broken capillaries, right, Scully?" he asked.
She turned back to look at him and nodded, her hair scratching against the pillow below her. "Yeah, why?"
Shifting his hips a bit he prompted, "I have an idea. Do you trust me?"
"Always," she murmured sincerely.
He half wondered if she shouldn't. He wondered if his rational brain was receding, instead being taken over by the part of him that couldn't resist touching her, drunk from the smell of her skin, lulled by the thrumming of her pulse - couldn't resist his instinct to soothe her pain with his tongue, lick her wounds until affection covered mistreatment. "If I make you uncomfortable, let me know," he rasped before leaning down and latching his mouth to her neck.
He felt her gasp as the lungful of air caused her chest to brush against his, but he just kept at it, applying a firm suction. He remembered the highschool days of bold hickeys used as territorial markings, they looked like bruises and he was hoping with enough care he could emulate that on her. There was no way in hell he was going to choke her, so hopefully this would suffice.
"G-good idea," she stammered, her voice quivering. Her breath shuddered and he felt it under his tongue.
He opened his lips a bit more against her skin before re-latching onto her, his fingers moving a little lower on her arms. She'd stopped moving like she had been earlier and just laid there under him, pliant to his touch. From his position buried in the crook of her neck, he could smell her hair, taste a hint of sweat, he was enraptured by her.
The sheets ruffling beneath her head sounded deafening in the cove of her neck he'd settled himself in. She bent her arms, elbows still on the bed as her hands wrapped around his arms, keeping him on top of her. He felt her thumbs stroke his skin softly, tenderly as if she was reverent.
He moved his mouth from where neck and shoulder met to the elegant curve of her jawbone, his cock twitching as she inhaled a sharp breath. He was holding his hips above her as he leaned on his knees, careful to leave space in between his groin and hers, and for that he was grateful, because otherwise he'd be currently stabbing her.
The sound of her heavy breathing echoed against the walls of the room. He lifted his mouth, noting the way her skin was glistening in the moonlight from his saliva. Instead of giving him time to latch onto a new area, her face turned towards his and her parted lips slid against his own. She closed her mouth against his slightly, making her intentions clear.
Scully was kissing him. Properly kissing him.
His hand slid to the nape of her neck to cradle the base of her skull, melting into her kiss. Mulder felt her hand roam up his back as she laid the other across his neck, dragging him down so their chests were pressed together, causing his erection to press into her thigh.
The sensation caused her to gasp and buck her hips against him. He moaned into her mouth and slid his tongue out to meet hers. They'd only deepened the kiss for a moment when he tasted copper and the events of the night came crashing down around him. The dream they'd created shattered as he remembered what they'd been doing and why they'd been doing it in the first place.
He leaned away from her and sat back onto his calves, trying to distance himself. "I'm sorry," he exhaled, trying to catch the breath she'd stolen from his lungs.
"I'm not," she panted, easing herself up onto her elbows to look at him, her nightgown bundled at her hips.
There was a hunger in her eyes he'd never seen before. The dribble of blood trickling down her chin served to make her look primal, like a lioness in the midst of a feast.
If only he could focus on that instead of what it really was.
"I'm a woman, not a crime scene, Mulder," she stated calmly.
"What?" He asked, unsure of what she meant.
"Ever since we got back, when you look at me I can tell you're thinking of what he did. You're thinking of me in that moment," she explained. "A bad thing happened to me. That doesn't mean I'm made of glass."
"I should've-"
"I should have swallowed my pride, Mulder. But ultimately it doesn't matter because we're in a place that hates women. It doesn't matter what I do, or what you do, I have a target on my back for simply existing," she interrupted, sitting up which caused one of the thin straps of her gown to slide off her shoulder.
"You said it yourself, we're battling something bigger than a few bad men. To blame ourselves in retrospect is only going to make us feel bad about things we can't change," she added.
He nodded, agreeing with her before murmuring, "But you're hurt, and I was-"
"You were reciprocating something I instigated, Mulder," she replied, putting one leg on either side of his own so she was sitting in his lap, resuming where they'd left off that morning. She wrapped her arms around his neck for balance as she looked at him with so much compassion in her eyes it was overwhelming.
He placed his hands on her back, causing a small smile to quirk her lips. "I think it's sweet you're concerned about me, but please trust my own judgement about what I am or am not comfortable with. I trust you when you say you'll stop if I ask. I need you to trust me that I'll ask if I need to," she whispered, running her nails against the base of his scalp.
"You're right," he nodded, rubbing his thumbs against the bare skin of her back.
"I could get used to hearing that," she murmured, leaning closer until their lips were touching.
Even with their actions this morning still in mind, he barely could believe this was actually happening. Scully was currently sitting in his lap, grinding on him while kissing him. He felt the silk of her dress pressing against his chest before, just as earlier, the straps slid down her shoulders, making his chest the only thing keeping the garment up.
He rocked forward, so that she was on her back and he was looming over her, a breathy laugh breaking their kiss. "Have I told you how sexy you look in this dress?" he asked, kissing her collarbone.
"I saw it in the way you looked at me," she murmured, arching her back to give him easier access to her chest.
He glanced at her for permission as he slid his fingers under the straps, waiting for a nod before he slid the garment down, helping her slide out of it until she was just in her underwear. Her chest was flushed from attention, and from the parting of her legs, he could see a damp spot on the crotch of her underwear. "Jesus," he murmured before nestling into the cradle of her thighs.
Her breasts were full and heavy against her chest as he let his mouth move against her, reveling in the anticipatory breaths she was emitting before taking a rosy bud into his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth over her nipple. "Oh my god," she gasped, shifting her body against his.
This was better. This was what he wanted, to make her feel good. She was surprisingly responsive to his touch, far more sensitive than he'd anticipated her being, and it drove him crazy. He took a break from going from one breast to the other, pausing to place an open mouthed kiss to her sternum and smiling as he felt her heartbeat flutter like a hummingbird in her chest. He glanced up at her, making sure he wasn't moving too fast, and his cock stirred upon seeing that she was looking at him - enthralled by the sight of him doing this to her. Her eyes were hooded with lust as she licked her lips, smiling at him as if to say don't stop.
He moved onto the other nipple and couldn't help but start rocking against her as she undulated her hips underneath him, rubbing herself against his throbbing erection.
Her breathing was audible in the room as he continued worshipping her breasts. When he needed a break from her wriggling underneath him, lest this end far too early, he started scooting lower on the bed, taking his oral tour of her body further south. Mulder kissed his way from sternum to belly button, taking an extra stop to circle his tongue around the gold hoop, causing her to laugh.
Her laughter slipped into gasps as he continued further down, licking the skin above the elastic waistband. He looked up once more and was yet again met with her aquamarine stare. Before he even had a chance to ask, she breathily pled, "P-please."
Without a second's pause, he slid the underwear down her legs, not caring where they landed, before wrapping his arms around her parted thighs, pulling her towards him so that her entire body slid down the bed.
He took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the sight before him. Her lips were swollen and pink, and if that weren't evidence enough of her arousal, she was so wet he could see the glistening on her inner thighs. Looking up at her, he blew a steady stream of cool air onto her sex and smiled when her whole body lurched towards him, constrained by the grip of his arms. She let out a little whine of aggravation, and he decided to put her out of her misery, licking up her slit once with the flat of his tongue before latching onto her clit.
"Oh my god," she moaned, rolling her hips against his face.
He stopped sucking for a moment to place a kiss on her clit, grateful he was even allowed to be there. He moved one hand from curling against her inner thigh and moved it so his fingers were splayed against the flat of her stomach, feeling the sensation of her abdominal muscles clenching in response to his ministrations.
She was creamy and warm against his tongue, her arousal already so prominent that it caused him to feel more pride than he ever had in his entire life. "Muh-Mulder," she breathed, her hands taking up residence in his hair, her nails raking sensuously against his scalp.
He plunged his tongue into her, curving the tip upward to stroke her walls before returning to her sensitive bundle of nerves. Mulder danced between those two areas, working her up until she was practically whining and quivering under his mouth. She was close and, honestly, so was he.
The sounds of her pleasure were driving him insane and he was mindlessly rocking his hips against the bed, desperate to relieve the overwhelming tension in his groin. "D-don't stop," she begged, her back arching in a desperate attempt to press against him.
Stopping was the last thing he could ever imagine doing in this moment. He'd dreamt of this for more years that he cared to admit. This was like living in a fantasy - no longer did he have to imagine what she'd sound like, what she'd taste like, how she'd respond to this or that, now he felt like the luckiest man in the world.
With one purposeful flick of his tongue, she was unraveling in his arms.
"Mulder!" she gasped, her legs shaking on either side of his head. He felt a surge of arousal coat his tongue and he just kept applying suction, wanting her to ride out her orgasm for as long as possible. He felt her tap his head lightly and he took it as a sign to let go of her.
He looked up, resting his glistening chin on Scully's pubic mons as he locked eyes with her. She looked sated, her lips swollen from being bitten, and her chest heaving to catch her breath.
"You're so beautiful, Scully," he murmured, licking his lips to savor her.
Her eyes darted down to the sight and he saw her begin to gnaw on her bottom lip again. "I want you," she whispered.
She could have him, all of him, with everything he had to give.
He was hers. Always was.
He climbed up her body, shivering when he felt her delicate hands tug his waistband down. Mulder helped her by kicking off the garment, his erection bobbing against her stomach and leaving a trail of precum in his wake. Mulder watched as she looked down, seeing him exposed in this state for the first time. He felt a sense of self conscious vulnerability swell in his chest before he watched a pleased smile grace her lips as he felt her take his length in her hand.
Mulder's eyes fluttered shut as she explored him, her hand roaming every vein and ridge of his cock. Her hand went to his crest and she let her thumb tease him. He shivered as he felt Scully bend her leg so that her inner thigh slickly slid against his hip as she lined him up with her entrance, pressing his sensitive head in between her folds and sliding him up and down - coating him in her arousal as she brushed him against her clit.
The sensation caused them both to shudder as they locked eyes.
This was really happening.
She let go of him and placed her hand on his neck, rubbing his skin gently with her thumb. Her eyes held so much emotion, he felt lost in them. Desire, affection, longing, -dare he say- love. Mulder bent down and pressed a kiss to her mouth, being mindful of her injury.
Where he was gentle, she met him with intensity, pushing back against him so hard that he was certain his lips were going to be bruised. Her tongue slid against his, taking the reins as she rolled her hips upwards, grinding her sex against his.
Mulder pulled back for a moment, grabbing himself in his hands and whispering, "Are you ready?"
"Mulder, I need you," she plead in a shaky voice.
Upon her words, he lowered himself against her, sinking deeper at a tortuously slow pace so she could have time to adjust. Slow, however, seemed to be the last thing Scully had in mind. She raised her hips upwards once more, sheathing his entire length inside of her in one thrust. A deep, guttural moan tore from his throat. He was inside of Scully. She gasped in turn and he had to avoid quickly pulling out. "Are you okay?" he asked.
She nodded her head, smiling up at him. "Yes," she rasped, hooking a leg across his lower back to encourage him. He started pumping his hips against her, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head at the way her walls clung to him like a vise grip. She was so hot and wet, he couldn't remember the last time he'd ever felt so good. "S-scully," he praised, placing wet kisses against her jaw.
"Let me up," she whispered.
He pulled away immediately, sliding out of her in concern only for her to push him on his back, straddling his hips while looking down at him with so much desire that he could have come on the spot. She grabbed his length, stroking him firmly as she lined them back up. She sank down to the hilt before rocking against him. His cock bottoming out inside of her as she splayed her hands on his chest.
Mulder was weak to her will, enamoured and captivated by the woman above him. He never knew how to imagine Scully in bed. Quiet? Reserved? Loud? Bossy?
Now he knew: Powerful and sensual.
She smiled at him, an open-mouthed, toothy smile of pleasure before leaning down and kissing him. He slid his tongue against hers as she deepened the kiss, the movement a little jarring as the momentum of their bodies colliding thrusted them against each other.
Scully leaned back and put her hands back on his abdomen, lifting and lowering herself on his length. Scully was in charge, she was in control, and it was beyond sexy.
God how he loves her.
He let his hands slide up her sides, one hand resting on her hip while the other reached up to cup a breast, pinching her nipple. She let out a little whine as she leaned her weight forward, trusting him to support her. She started getting a bit more frenzied with her movements, oftentimes fully impaling herself on his cock and then grinding down onto him, their groins touching intimately in every way possible.
Knowing he wasn't going to be able to take this much longer, but wanting her to finish again, he let the hand on her hip slide down so he could rub her swollen clit with his thumb. She started squirming erratically, her breath catching in her throat as moans fell from her lips incrementally. "Scully," he groaned, rocking his hips upwards to meet her thrusts.
His saying her name seemed to set her off because upon hearing it, her whole body froze - her head tilted back as her mouth dropped open in silent ecstasy. Then, she let her head loll forward to lock eyes with him. She was panting, rocking against him as she let her orgasm wash over her.
She wanted him to watch.
That was all it took for him before he was throbbing inside of her, spurting into her while they squirmed against each other, connecting in every way humanly possible. After a moment, when their orgasms subsided, Scully leaned over and draped herself over him like a blanket.
Mulder felt himself softening inside of her, their mixed arousals starting to slide out of her and pool on his pubic mound. He wrapped his arms around her bare back, rubbing circles into her skin as her breathing started to even out.
"Thank you," she whispered.
He almost couldn't believe his ears. "I should be the one saying that to you," he replied in earnest.
She eased herself up a bit, just so she could look at him. "No, I mean it. Thank you for letting me have control," she admitted, her vulnerability making his heart ache.
She'd spent the past few days being objectified by the scum of the earth, made to feel like she was less than, and had her bodily autonomy violated. She just wanted to feel like she had some power.
He shifted his hands so that he was cupping her face, gently brushing back some of her mussed hair. "You mean everything to me," he admitted, wanting to let her in on just how much power she had over him. "You are my everything."
She smiled at him, leaning down and whispered, "And you are mine," before pressing another sweet kiss to his lips.