Mulder could hear Scully breathing softly next to him. Her chin on his shoulder, her body pressed against his. She had come in claiming she was unable to sleep. Well, he thought with a pleased smile, she seemed worn out now.
He sobered as his mind replayed the last hour. Not the sex, no. Although, he thought glancing at her, seeing the curves of her body the sheet created, it had been fucking wonderful. Faster than he would have liked, but shit, it had been awhile. A long while. He smiled softly as she shifted a little and moaned, breathing his name. God, he had missed that sound.
He leaned his head against hers and then slightly shook it. He thought of their conversation earlier, still astounded by what she had said, the questions she had laid on him.
"What if you meet someone?"
He knew she had been searching, feeling him out. Seeing where they were going, professionally and personally, but that question..it shook him. He had been comfortably holding her and feeling content and drowsy. Then that question woke him the fuck up.
He literally had to pull back from her to construct an answer. He felt anger for a second that she would take the cowards way out and ask that when she could not see his face. Not see the emotions and shock that ran across his face at the mere suggestion of finding someone else.
He knew her though and what she was asking terrified her. She was strong, much stronger than him. Admitting she needed him, depended on him, it scared the shit out of her. He knew that, knew it in his very soul. Showing that vulnerability was hard enough for her. Asking in the dark, not facing him, was not cowardice. It was fear and she was ashamed of it.
They had not discussed anything like they should, but yet there she was, reaching out. She was trying. He knew he could not lay too much on at once, so he had bit his tongue and held back what he wanted to say to her. That finding someone else was out of the question. She was it for him. Forever. Fucking hell, he had even asked to have her with him in a simulated life.
"It wouldn't be her."
The fuck it would not. They would find a way. He would find her and it would be her. It would be them. He had not wanted to even entertain the afterlife without her, how could she think he wanted to live this actual one without her?
"What if you meet someone.. younger who.. wants to have kids?"
Children. More kids. They never talked about that before. Why the fuck not? Years wasted where discussions were not had. He shook his head again at their terrible lack of communicating how they truly felt and what they wanted. The past was the past, however and it could not be changed.
Still, the thought of her thinking he would leave her for something as mundane as children, broke him a little. He had never nor would he ever entertain the thought of leaving her because she was unable to conceive. If she was unable to have children, he was unable to have them. This was a partnership and they were in this together. For better or for worse.
They needed to talk, to move things forward. Tonight was a huge step, gigantic for them, but it did not fix everything. They needed to talk. He glanced over at her again and slid out of bed. He needed to use the bathroom.
He took a drink of water from the spout and then wiped his mouth. He stared at himself in the mirror. He could still taste her. The memories of the sex they had made him smile. You still got it man, he thought to himself as he smiled at his reflection.
Then he saw it, saw him, his double. Holy fucking shit. He was mesmerized and terrified all at once. He could not look away, but had to get out of there. Scully. He had to get to her.
"Scully, get up. Get dressed," he said terrified, as he took off his tank top.
"Mmm, come back to bed," she moaned. He would have been there in a second if that fucker was not possibly following him.
"They're coming after me," he said trying to cut through her sleep addled thoughts.
"What are you talking about?" She asked, sounding confused.
"I was just looking in the mirror, and there he was. There I was. It wasn't my reflection. It was my double," he said glancing back repeatedly at the bathroom as he put on his shirt and buttoned it up.
"I know. I-I-I saw my double too," she said as she leaned up on her elbow, admitting she had seen hers as well.
"They're targeting us both."
"That's how they operate, Mulder," she said trying to calm him down.
"I know how they operate!" He said putting on his pants.
"You're just playing into it," again said with a tone of rationalism.
"Spare me the pop psychology, okay?" He said as he struggled into his pants.
"Mulder, you have to calm down," she said with an exasperated tone.
"Scully. Scully, put a dimmer on that afterglow and get yourself to the hospital before they hang us both," he said buttoning his pants, grabbing his jacket and keys, then heading for the door.
"Mulder, they cant hang us. We-we can only hang ourselves if we panic," she said trying to get through to him one last time.
"How many letters in Scully, Scully?" He asked her, as if that answered everything and proved his point.
He ran out the door and to the car.
Hours later, he pulled back into the hotel parking lot. He rested his head against the headrest as he turned off the ignition. God, he was worn out. Fighting with yourself will do that to a man, he thought, as he rolled his muscles around.
Also, the sex he had earlier added to it, he thought with a grin. But that kind of worn out was welcome and most definitely enjoyed. Scully was back already, hopefully not asleep and maybe interested in doing that again. Play it cool man, let her come to you, he said to himself as he took the keys out of the ignition, got out, locked the door, and walked to their room.
He took a deep breath, then quickly made sure his shirt was good and open. Maybe a little sneak peek of the goods would get her fire burning. Oh yeah. This plan was foolproof. He adjusted his shirt and laid his jacket over his arm. He breathed out and opened the door.
She looked up as he entered and then continued putting the bagged evidence in her bag.
"So, I was thinking maybe we could get a couple hours in before checkout time?" He said, leaving the double meaning out there seeing if she would pick up on it, what she would say.
She looked at him, indicating he was thinking something else and she was not having it.
"I'm just talking about getting some shut-eye." Feigning surprise at her suggesting he would even think of imagining something else.
"I'm glad to hear that, Mulder." She said, though she clearly did not believe him. But she looked at his chest, he saw it. Yes.. he knew it was a good plan.
"Yeah. Uh, I guess I should hit the hay." He said not quite sure what to do, but not ready to leave.
"Okay," she said dismissively, but he saw her look at his chest again. Oh.. that's right, he knew what she liked.
"Yeah. But if you need anything, you just, uh, call me," he said, letting it hang there that he was willing if she wanted him.
"I can't imagine that I will," she said in what others might hear as rude or dismissive.
He had known her for far too long, however, and he knew her expressions. He could read her like a book. She stared at him and he stared back. He nodded, looked her up and down, and walked out of the room shutting the door behind him.
He turned around immediately and waited. He knew she would be coming. He knew it. He leaned against the door jamb and he began to count. ..5...10...15.. 20 seconds and he heard the doorknob turn.
Then there she was, as he knew she would be. Knew she would come, sure as the sun rises and sets every day. He smiled a small smile. Happy in the knowledge he was right and he let her be the one to make this decision. His heart began to race, and he felt a stirring in his groin, at what he knew was going to happen.
"Well, hello there. Did you need something after all?" He asked in a low voice that he knew she loved.
Her smile lit up the room as she stepped inside, closing the door behind her.
"Shut up, Mulder," she said as she grabbed his jacket from him and threw it across the room.
She ripped his shirt open and buttons flew everywhere. She grabbed his neck and wrapped her arms around him as she jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist. He was surprised for one second before he slammed her into the door. Her mouth was on his and her tongue was demanding entrance inside.
Her nails scratched the back of his neck and into his hair. He thrust his hips into her and he grabbed her ass, pushing her harder into the door. She gasped and let go of his mouth.
"God, you're already hard," she gasped as he thrust into her again.
"Not completely, but I'm getting there," he said, sucking her neck as her head fell back against the door.
He cupped her ass tighter and tried to hold her up. She giggled and he felt it against his mouth.
"You okay, Mulder?" She asked as she held on tighter, a little worried he might drop her.
"You're not the only who's getting older, Scully. This isn't as easy as it used to be," he said trying to keep them both safe.
She laughed, a full throaty laugh and started to disentangle herself from him. He let go of her ass and let her down gently. Her back was still against the door and he used that to his advantage, pushing her into it as he kissed her again. His tongue mating with hers, the way he knew she liked.
She sucked his tongue and he groaned. At the same time, he felt her unbuttoning his pants. He groaned again as she slipped her hand inside and begin stroking him as best she could with his clothes still on. He gasped into her mouth and then pulled away, determined to get his fucking pants off.
She grabbed his open shirt with her other hand and pulled him to her, not letting him move away.
"Hold still. No, actually," she said and turned them so his back was against the door. She grabbed the waistband of his pants and started pushing them down, taking his boxers along with them.
She followed them down and was soon face to face with his cock. She smiled at it, then looked up and smiled at him.
He watched her the whole time, thinking this must be too good to be true. It had been so long since she did this for him. Her nails scraped the backs of his legs as she pulled him closer and she took him in her mouth.
"FUUUUUCK, Scully!" He cried out loudly, as his head fell back against the door and he had to fight not thrusting into her face. He knew better than that.
She brought a hand around and took him out of her mouth. She stroked him and he placed a hand on her head, not pushing, just touching. She looked up at him as he looked down. Her eyes were full of lust as she took him back in her mouth and began moving her mouth up and down his shaft.
"Jesus, Scully. That feels so fucking good. Oh my god." He grabbed her hair and held onto it, letting her set the pace.
She made him feel so good as she altered the use of her hands and her mouth. She knew just how to please him as he knew how for her. He did not want to come too quickly, so he gave her hair a little tug and she looked up at him.
"I want to be inside you when I come," he told her. She took her mouth off him and licked her lips. Shit, that was almost his undoing.
She stood up and kissed him, putting her hand on him and stroking lightly. He grabbed her wrist and spun them around. He grabbed the other one, held them both above her head, and pushed her into the door. His cock trapped between their bodies.
"I don't want you to do that again, do you hear me?" He growled at her as he pushed hard into her.
She began to breathe hard and she stared at him with fire in her eyes. Oh.. this was going to be fun.
Amid kisses and touching, their clothes were quickly scattered across the room. They fell on the bed together and she crawled up his body. He let her take control. He loved her like this, so wild and free. He scooted back until he was sitting, leaning against the back of the pullout couch. She climbed onto him, straddling him. He had his face on her breasts as he held her and she went up and down, holding onto him for dear life, taking her pleasure, calling out his name.
She moaned again and used his shoulders for leverage. He bent his knees giving her some extra support. She groaned and cried out that she was close. He knew it. He could feel it, feel her tightening around him.
"MULDERRRRR!" She cried as she came and broke around him. She rested her head on his shoulder as she slowed down and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Hmmm… hmm.. hmm, Mulder..oh my god. Oh.." she whimpered into his neck as he felt her spasming around him. She shuddered again and raised her head and looked at him.
He brushed her sweaty hair off her face and smiled at her. She could not seem to focus on him, as she ran her fingers in his hair. She dropped her forehead to his and took deep breaths.
"Oh..wow.. Mulder..I.." she whispered.
"Speechless," he said as he stroked her back. "I can't say I'm surprised."
"Shut up," she told him again, laughing as she leaned back and looked him in the eyes.
He smiled at her and pulled her in for a kiss.
"Your turn," she whispered as she broke from the kiss and began to move again.
"Okay," he said and flipped them over. He started thrusting fast, ready to get there with her.
"Oh," she cried out. "Yes that feels so good. No, wait… let me.."
A quick scramble and she had her legs against his chest, her ankles around his neck. He was thrusting into her, surprised by her flexibility.
"Have you taken up yoga, Scully?" He asked her.
"Mulder, seriously, shut up and fuck me," she cried and pushed against him, meeting his thrusts.
He slid onto his forearms and thrust even more.
"Harder! Faster!" She cried as she impressively moved her legs again and wrapped them around his hips, digging her ankles into his ass, pushing him forward.
He did as she demanded and went harder and faster. He felt her tightening around him again and heard her panting breath. Her nails were digging into his shoulders, holding onto him.
"Oh oh oh, Mulder. Oh shit. Oh my god. FUCK!" She screamed as she came again.
"Scullllly! Fuck! Oh god!" He cried as he came, thrusting hard, the couch bed shaking as he collapsed onto her again. Both of them panting and clinging to each other.
They needed to sleep. She was exhausted. He knew because she kept yawning and telling him every few minutes. She was lying flat on her stomach, her head turned away from him, the pillows somewhere on the floor. Mulder was running his fingers lightly up and down her back as he lie on his side, his head on his hand. Her skin was so goddamn soft.
"Scully?" He asked quietly, not sure if she was sleeping.
"Hmmmm.." came her response.
"I.. I want to take this slow," he said quietly still and placed a kiss on her shoulder. "Contrary to what we did tonight, I don't want to rush this. Do it right."
"Hmm..by this, you mean..?" She asked sleepily, a teasing tone in her voice.
"Will you have dinner with me tonight?" He whispered, his mouth against her skin.
She turned over onto her side, facing him. She looked at him with sparkling eyes. "Are you asking me on a date?"
"I am," he said, his eyes serious, hopeful.
She stared at him and smiled. The soft smile. The one that made his heart pound.
"Yes," she whispered, touching his face.
He pulled her close, his heart pounding. He took a deep breath, his nose in her hair.
"Except.." she said as she snuggled into his arms. Her head in his neck, her mouth on his throat. "Can we order in, or pick something up? I want to do this again, and I don't want to get arrested for public indecency."
He laughed and pulled her tighter to him, bringing his leg around her hip.
"It's a date," he said, kissing her forehead, still chuckling. She exhaled in his neck and hummed.
He closed his eyes and slept better than he had in a long time.
They packed up after a couple hours sleep, stealing glances and kisses as they did. He lifted her up against the wall again, to prove to her he could, and she laughed. He shut her up by kissing her until she was like putty in his hands. He pulled back and smirked at her dizzy expression. She narrowed her eyes and promised he would pay for that later. He told her he was looking forward to it.
They loaded up the car then pulled them both up by the manager's office. They planned to drop the extra one off on the way out of town. Scully headed toward the stairs to drop off the room keys and check them out of their room. There was a woman inside so she went back and waited by the car with Mulder.
"I'd like to know what you intend to do about it," the woman in the manager's office demanded, with her arms crossed. Her young son stood in front of her, eating the lollipop that Mary, the manager, had given him.
"Miss, I don't know what you would like me to do," Mary said kindly but with a slightly annoyed tone.
"It's Mrs." she said and Mary could practically see the amount of emphasis she would put if she had printed out this conversation. "Mrs. Deller. And I expect you to say something to those.. those people who were using such vulgar and loud language."
"Well, Mrs. Deller, what language would that be?" Mary asked, hoping to get a rise out of her. God, she was a horrible woman. The exact kind she almost always hated upon first glance. The "we need fresh towels, sheets, blankets, pillows" type, even though the room had just been cleaned.
"Humph! I cannot begin to tell you everything, it was too vulgar. But," she covered her son's ears, "I heard loud screaming and moaning. There was banging against the wall from their "activities" and I heard the word F-U-C-K many times," she lifted her hands from her son's ears and gave Mary a significant look. "Also the word "cock."
"A-doodle-do!" The little boy shouted and Mary burst out laughing. The boy grinned at her and Mary put her hand out for a high five, which he gladly gave her.
"Well! I'm glad you seem to think this is so funny and acceptable. We travel this way many times a year and we will not be stopping her again," Mrs. Deller said as she collected her things and began pushing her son toward the door.
"I'm sorry you feel that way ma'am, I hope your stay otherwise was pleasant," Mary said with a smirk. She huffed in response and opened the door.
Her son looked back and waved at Mary, took his lollipop out of his mouth and said, "Cock-a-doodle-do!" much to his mother's absolute horror.
Mary laughed and said it back to him. She watched them walk out and almost bump right into the woman she was complaining about. Mary heard the woman offer an apology and Mrs. Deller simply huffed again. Mary had just a second to compose her face before the other woman opened the door.
She walked in and over to the desk. The redheaded woman smiled at her. Oh yeah, bet she had a lot to smile about this afternoon. Mary smiled back, as the word "cock" bounced around in her head. She could still see the bitchy woman who had complained, forcefully ushering her husband and family into the car. She saw her glare over at the office and then slam the child's car door with a furious shake of her head. God, that woman needed some cock in her life.
"I'd like to check out of the suite we were in, settle the bill, give you the keys," she said as she handed her the keys.
"Not a problem, Miss.." Mary said as she took the keys.
"Scully. Just Scully, no Miss," Scully told her with a smile.
"Well.. Scully, I hope your stay was...enjoyable," she said with a look her way as she typed up some information on the computer and then waited for the printer.
She caught the almost secretive smile, before Scully arranged her face back in a professional manner.
"Yes, it was enjoyable, thank you. The room was very.. conducive," Scully said.
"Hmm," Mary said jovially with a twinkle in her eyes as she looked at Scully. Right then Mary knew that Scully knew. Knew someone had heard them and said something or maybe Mary herself heard them. Scully blushed and looked down. But then raised her face back up and stared defiantly at her.
Mary stared back and smiled at her. She could tell those two were not just hooking up or involved in a clandestine affair. She had seen them talking outside their cars. Seen his smile as he looked at her. She remembered taking out the trash last night and seeing him run out in his under clothes with no shoes, and get something out of her car. Yeah, he cared for her. Her own husband would have done the same thing for her, god rest his soul.
They stared at one another and then Scully smiled back at her. Understanding and respect shared between them. The printer stopped printing and Mary grabbed the paperwork for her to sign.
"Uh.. is there a diner or someplace close by you would recommend?" Scully asked as she handed the paperwork back to her. "Maybe a place with pie?"
"Well, there's a diner down the way, Grandma Ruby's, they have really good food. The pie is wonderful. Of course, it doesn't have a claim to fame, like the place where my sister used to work."
"Claim to fame?" Scully asked, intrigued by the comment.
"Yeah, my sister worked at a place out in California for years. She loved it. They had a chocolate cream pie, she used to claim was "better than sex." Well, almost. She said they had to add the "almost" after a customer insisted upon it. She has talked about that woman a lot over the years. How she was sassy and said the pie description should be changed. Mentioned her boyfriend too. How he was a good looking man in a leather jacket," Mary said with a smile as she filed away the paperwork Scully had signed.
"Is.. this is absolutely crazy.. but by some insane chance, is your sister's name Carol?" Scully asked her, shaking her head, completely amazed at this information.
"You know Carol?" Mary asked her incredulously, not believing this could be happening.
Mulder looked up from his phone as he stood by the car, when he heard peals of laughter coming from inside the office. He saw Scully and the manager laughing and their hands moving a lot as they talked. Scully threw her head back and laughed. The manager had hers down as she laughed too. What was going on?
The door opened and Scully stepped out still laughing as she said goodbye. The woman laughed and shouted it back as Scully closed the door.
"What the hell was that all about?" He asked, smiling and absolutely puzzled as she walked up to him.
"Oh my god, Mulder! You're never going to believe this!" She said with laughter in her voice.
Inside the office, Mary was still laughing as she dialed the phone and waited for it to be answered.
"Carol!" She said as she looked out the window, and smiled and waved to Scully as they both drove off. "You are never going to believe this!"
