Chapter 17: Making love to you

Scully is thoughtful, definitely the case was in a few words, bizarre and a little scary, she hadn't felt so strange since the case of Pfaster, and the truth is, she doesn't know if her subconscious cheated her double, if the bread pills worked, or if her logic helped her, the only thing she knows, is that both her and Mulder are safe, she puts the last evidence of Chuck and Judy inside her purse, and then they can leave the motel.

Mulder gives a small pep talk to himself, the night with Scully was magical, first time they share a motel room in a case, and first time they have such a deep conversation followed by a romantic and unforgettable night, this case maybe made him die of fear and attacked himself, but it was worth it.

He unbuttons a couple of buttons on his shirt, hangs his jacket on his arm and enters the room, Scully is putting the evidence in her purse and looks at him out of the corner of her eye, but he has everything ready to take her into his arms again - So I was thinking maybe we could get a couple hours in before checkout time? - She looks at him with suspicion frowning, he blushes a little, he's nervous, but he laughs a little trying to hide it - I'm just talking about getting some shut-eye -

She immediately understands his tactic and she play her own card - I'm glad to hear that, Mulder - He swallows thinking what else can he say

He lick his lips still with a blush - Yeah - He looks at her and hen to the floor - Uh, I guess I should hit the hay - he says opening his arms and smiling a little

She looks at him in a sensual way and answers in a low and sexy voice - Okay - looking into his eyes

He's losing his chance - Yeah… But if you need anything, you just, uh, call me - there goes his last card, maybe he can win after all

She keeps looking at him in that way that drives him crazy - I can't imagine that I will - are her final words and he looks down defeated, smiling at her and closing the next door behind him

She looks at the closed door and sighs closing the purse - But then again, it's not out of the realm of extreme possibility - she whispers to herself walking towards the door

Upon opening the door, a surprise is waiting for her, Mulder is standing leaning against the door frame, smiling pleased and triumphant, he didn't lose after all, the night was incredible for both of them, and for both was impossible to resist being together once more, she raises her head to look at him and he takes a step forward taking her by the waist and kissing her madly, she throws her arms over his neck and kisses him with the same intensity, both agitated breaths come together and desire intoxicates them.

He holds her hips and raise her, she immediately crosses her legs behind his back holding herself in his waist, he push her against the door and releasing his hands unbutton her jacket and throw it away, moaning against her lips while she gasps with desire, helping him with her blouse and continuing then with his.

Their lips are swollen and on fire, their tongues are dance partners, and their bodies have a rhythm, the rhythm of love. He takes her to the pulling sofa, and puts her there gently without leaving her lips. He gets on his knees next to the improvised bed and unbutton her pants pulling them down slowly, making her desire grow with every second, he takes her heels off followed by her pants, and then kisses her ankles making her moan louder.

He kisses every corner of her body making her tremble and call his name between groans, he takes off his shoes, socks and pants in a hurry, he looks at her with passion, she is on the bed with only her underwear and her messy hair on the pillow, her breathing is fast and her eyes are all over him, he goes back to bed lying on top of her, he presses hard against her left thigh, she smiles pleased and slips her hand inside his black boxers making him jump and giggle, he follow her and slip his hand inside her thong brushing his fingers against her clit and then slips them inside her making her moan his name, he kisses her neck, her collarbone, her jaw, her lips, bite her ear lobe and she digs her nails in his back,feeling as her pulse goes completely out of control and her breathing accelerates more and more with each new kiss and bite, he removes his boxers and her tongue and let himself get into her wet folds, making her back arched and her breasts collide with his chest, he runs his hand behind her back, and unbuttons her bra to take a look at her breasts, and kiss her nipples with tenderness.

The feeling of being intertwined is the same as always, they know each other enough, they know how to please each other, they know every corner, mole, scar of their bodies, to be like this, united, is a blessing, their rhythms shrink and increase, he puts his hand against the wall looking for stability and the others on the pillow next to her, she keeps her hands on her back, the moans get louder, she cries his name and he feels a new wave of pleasure hit him, pearls of sweat adorn his forehead, she raises up a little to reach his lips and bite them crossing her legs behind his back, making him get more inside her, her scream is drowned inside his lips and both are at the limit. He comes first groaning loudly into her neck, biting her shoulder, she follows him and he watches her face contort as her orgasm swept over her.

He lies on his back next to her with a heavy breathing, both look at each other and smile, she turns on her side and leans on his chest, crossing one leg on his thighs, he embraces her, drawing her closer to him, the cold of dawn hits them, so he takes the sheet and passes it over them, they remain silent for a long time feeling how their pulses return to normal, she sighs deeply and he kisses her on the forehead - What's the matter Scully? - she keeps quiet and squeezes him tightly, he doesn't press her, he knows that when she is ready to talk she will.

She sighs again and raise her face to look at him - I thought her words wouldn't hurt me, but they did, and I know it's silly, because it were the words of a mentally ill woman, but when a woman has passed her fifties, it's normal for us to think about these things, I'm sorry Mulder - she sighs again letting all her doubts fade away, he frowns thinking about it, and can't help but hate the woman who made her Scully felt insecure, although she is already dead.

- What did she said? - he asks unsure of whether he will get an answer, she thinks about her words again, and they resonate stronger inside her head.

- Afraid I'm gonna dirty your cheap little ensemble? You're nothing but a hosebag. How old are you? 40s? Past your child-bearing 're all dried up, not even half a woman - Without thinking, she said them aloud and Mulder feel his blood boil with anger, how that woman dared to say such atrocities to Scully?, to that perfect woman who now lies in his arms, he will never think of her as an old or dry woman, she is perfect, it doesn't matter if she is 20 or 80 years old.

- Never believe those words Scully, you're perfect, you always will be, and you're not dry, you're better than ever, like a good wine - she smiles shyly - the lovemaking session we just did, probes it, you're vital and precious and I wouldn't change you for anyone - she feels tears form in her eyes, he bends his head a little and kisses her tenderly, she kisses him in return and feels how a tear escapes from her eyes, making company to their entwined lips.

They stay that way, embraced, until their time at the motel is over, then they take a shower and return to their respective homes, which they hope will not be two for much longer.