Sometime in May 2000
Mulder quietly opened and closed the door to Scully's apartment, locking it behind him. One soft light guided his path as he toed off his shoes and dropped his jacket on the ground. He lifted his shirt as he walked toward her bedroom, where it too hit the floor, as he began to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans. Sliding them off in the doorway, he took off his socks, and stepped into her bedroom, clad only in his boxers.
Watching her sleeping, the moonlight streaming in through the partially open blinds, his desire for her grew.
It had been four days since he had last seen her. An out of town case requiring his profiling skills had been requested by Skinner. It was a gruesome case and one he did not want to think about again. Needing to shower and wash the days off of him, was the only reason he was arriving so late, missing her before she went to bed.
As he showered, the horrific and gruesome images began to push away, his thoughts instead turning to her, and how much he had missed her. Her, as well as her touch, her kiss, and the way her body moved under his. He had to see her, not caring about the late hour, just as he had done many times before. He could not wait until tomorrow.
Driving to her apartment half aroused, had been slightly painful, but knowing what would be waiting for him when he arrived was worth it. God, he needed her. Badly.
She shifted in her sleep, as he stood there now, moving onto her back and he smiled. Good, he would use that to his advantage.
He took a few steps closer to the bed and carefully pulled the covers back and climbed into his side. She moaned and he felt it in his groin. He had missed hearing those noises from her, and he was ready to cause a few more.
Sliding closer to her, he saw she was wearing only underwear and one of his gray t-shirts. That was not something he had seen her do before and it made him throb. Looking at her face, he placed a hand on her hip, sliding his hand softly up her side.
She shifted toward him slightly and exhaled a breath, licking her lips in her sleep. Fucking hell, he had to taste those lips.
Softly, he kissed her, his hand holding her waist, and she moaned against his mouth. Pulling back, he watched her, seeing her eyelids flutter before opening slowly, smiling softly when she saw him, and then closing again.
He smiled and as he went to kiss her again, her eyes flew open.
"You're really here. It's not just a good dream," she whispered, and he shook his head. "What are you doing here?"
At that, he kissed her again, more insistently this time. His hand slid up and under her shirt, his thumb grazing the underside of her breast. She moaned again as her hand brushed through his hair and into his neck, pushing him closer.
He shifted to lay on top of her, kissing her slowly as he did, her legs wrapping around him.
"When did you get here?" she asked as they broke apart and he kissed her again. She bit his lip and he seethed, before her tongue came out to soothe it. "I wasn't expecting to wake up to this, but I..." Harder he kissed her and she laughed into his mouth.
"Are you trying to shut me up?"
"Yes," he said, as he cupped her breast and she arched into him. He rolled her nipple between his fingers and she whimpered.
"That feels so good," she breathed.
"Quiet," he said against her lips and slid his tongue in her mouth. She lifted her hips at the same time and he moaned.
"No talking?" she gasped as he kissed her jaw and neck.
"No," he answered against her skin that smelled of vanilla and cinnamon.
"No?"
"No."
He kissed the hollow of her throat and he felt her swallow, causing him to smile. His other hand slid into her shirt and held both breasts, her breath increasing.
"One," he whispered and as she moaned, he knew she understood. He moved his right hand down, his slow dancing fingers making her jump.
He could feel her heat before he got there and he grew harder. Pushing his fingers under the waistband of her underwear, he kissed her as his finger slid inside, his mouth collecting her cries.
"Wet," he whispered, his tongue licking across her lips as his finger slid in and out.
"Yes," she breathed. "You."
"Yes," he agreed, kissing her again and adding a second finger, her hands clutching at him.
"Ooohhhh," she cried, her hips rocking as his fingers went faster.
"Wetter."
"Mulderrrr…" she exhaled, her legs shaking as his thumb rubbed her clit and she dug her nails into his flesh. "Close."
He knew she was and he wanted to slow it down a bit, even as he wanted to bury himself inside of her. Slowing his movements, she whimpered, pulling him closer.
"No," she said, her nails digging in deeper. "Faster." He did as she said and she gasped repeatedly, her body arching and spasming against him.
"Scully," he breathed in her ear, biting the lobe. He kissed under her ear, across her jaw and to her lips, her cries sounding hollow inside his mouth. "Come."
Another gasp and he felt her tighten around his fingers, as her body pulsated and he throbbed against her, nearly coming himself.
"MulderMulderMulder," she chanted in a whisper and he grinned, willing to consider that as one word.
Her body began to relax and her tight grip on him slackened. She was breathing deeply, her body twitching and her legs shaking slightly.
"Good?" he teased.
"Indescribable," she breathed, her internal muscles squeezed his fingers and he throbbed again. "More."
He grinned and slowly slid his fingers from inside of her, causing her to whimper. Kissing her lips, he pinched her nipple lightly and moved his hand from inside her shirt.
Throwing the covers off of them, he gripped the sides of her underwear, and pulled them down her legs. He could see and smell her arousal and it took everything in him to not bury himself deep inside of her.
"Waiting," she purred, her knees bent and together. He growled as he pushed his underwear off and then opened her legs.
"Beautiful," he exhaled, looking at her before settling between her legs.
"Yes," she agreed, her eyes on his cock as she reached her hand to stroke him once.
"No," he said through gritted teeth, stopping her movements with a hand around her wrist, as he shook his head.
"No?"
"No," he groaned, as he slid inside of her, still holding her wrist, and she cried out his name.
He leaned forward, grabbing her other wrist, and brought her arms above her head as he slid out and back in. He felt her tighten around him, apparently enjoying this position, and he swore close to her ear.
"Mulder," she panted.
"Tight," he moaned and she squeezed again, causing him to bite her earlobe as he breathed her name.
"Big," she replied and he raised his head to look at her, her eyes dark with desire.
"Fuck," he groaned, watching her as he drove in deep, pulling out nearly all the way and slamming back in.
"Please," she moaned, arching into him, her eyes rolling back into her head.
He slammed into her again, needing his release, but wanting her to come again, knowing how to get her there. His tongue licked across her lips and she gasped in surprise, allowing his tongue to slid into her mouth, where it mated heatedly with her own.
She opened her legs wider, feet planted on the bed and met his thrusts, which were becoming faster. She pulled her mouth from his and bit his bottom lip, hard enough to make him groan in pain, although it was an exquisite ache.
"Harder," she murmured, his lip still held between her teeth.
"Close," he breathed and she pulled his lip into her mouth, running her tongue across it.
"Christ!" she gasped, pulling from their kiss, as he went faster and harder, her legs wrapping around him.
"Scully!" he groaned, as he came and she whimpered, her body shaking as she crested over the edge with him.
Heavy breathing filled the room and he felt as though his heart was going to burst from his chest. Fucking hell… he could hear the blood rushing through his ears, her soft moans of ecstasy sounding echoey and far away.
He felt her hands moving under his own, and he realized he still had quite a tight grip on her wrists.
"Scully! Oh!" He let go and looked at her, searching her eyes, but she only smiled serenely at him.
She rolled her wrists around and then held his face in her hands, her fingernails scratching a little harder than usual, her lips swollen and red.
"Words?" He nodded and she smiled as she shook her head. "That was fucking amazing."
"You might be bruised," he said quietly, turning his head, trying to kiss her wrists.
"Worth it. That was… it was… oh, Mulder," she whispered, licking her lips and biting the bottom one. She blew out a shaky breath and he grinned.
Her legs relaxed and he rolled to the side, keeping them connected, though he knew it would not be for too long. They stared at each other and he moved a hand from his face and looked at her wrist.
"It's already red," he said as he rubbed her wrist and looked at her with concern.
"So I wear long sleeves for a couple of days. You don't hear me complaining, do you?" she said with a smile and he kissed her wrist. "I… I wouldn't mind doing that again."
She looked at him, seeming almost nervous, as though she had given away too much. Hoping to assuage any fears or worries she had, he laved her wrist with his tongue, never taking his eyes off hers, her breath catching as he did.
"I don't want to hurt you. That's my only concern."
"You didn't. I… I like it a little rougher sometimes. And apparently so do you, waking me the way you did," she said with a grin, her eyebrow raised.
"I missed you. I couldn't get you out of my head." He kissed her wrist again and let go, her hand once more landing on his cheek.
"I missed you too," she said with a smile. "Especially missed this. Hoo boy, what a way to wake up." He laughed and she kissed him, both of them wincing a little, their lips tender.
They shifted and she lay with her head on his chest, his arms around her, one hand under his borrowed shirt as he stroked her soft skin, no blankets to speak of.
"You're a bad influence on me sometimes, Mulder," she sighed tiredly and he hummed. "All the blankets are down on the floor and I don't give even the smallest of shits. I don't think I could even move to pick them up anyway. You've taken away what precious rest I had accumulated in the days of your absence."
"I could go, if you're needing your rest," he offered, starting to rise up, before she pushed him back down and he smiled.
"Try it and see what happens to you. Maybe a matching scar for your right shoulder?"
"Agent Scully, are you threatening your partner with physical violence?"
"If you attempt to take your fine ass out of my bed, then yes. Yes, I am."
"Well then," he said, pulling her close and kissing the top of her head. "I guess I'd better keep you warm then, in light of the blankets being on the floor and all."
"Yes, you'd better. I sleep with a loaded weapon beside me, you know," she said with a yawn.
"I do too, but mine's attached to my body, and right now it's all out of ammo." She laughed, her body shaking as she did. He grinned, loving when he heard her laugh that way.
"Well, let's give it a bit of time to stock up, and we can think of a safe word. There are a pair of handcuffs in my closet, that supposedly help to avoid any bruising to the wearers wrists."
His eyes widened and he stopped breathing, the thought of using those handcuffs running wild in his head. He heard and felt her laughing again and his breathing resumed.
"Oh. You're just messing with me?"
"Maybe, maybe not," she teased. "Guess you'll just have to wait and see. Get some rest up and then you can look in the closet behind the big box labeled shoes. Just to see what you can see.."
"Oh, Scully, how's a man supposed to sleep with that kind of information?"
"Loaded weapon remember? Matching scar?"
"Yes ma'am," he said seriously and she laughed softly, her arm tightening around him.
"I really missed you, Mulder," she whispered.
"I missed you too, Scully," he whispered back. "Now get some sleep. We have a mystery box to search for later."
"Only a mystery to you, I know exactly what's inside it."
"Scully," he warned as he glanced at the closet, wishing he had x-ray vision.
"Go to sleep, Mulder. The mystery box will still be there in a few hours… along with all the contents it holds."
"Scully…" he growled, as she giggled and her leg entwined around his, the thoughts of the mystery box left behind.
Well, almost, he thought, looking at the closet again, his mind racing with what he would find in the box behind the big one labeled shoes.