"What She Loved"

**M-Rated, Set after Season 4**

** Prompt: Tattoo(s)**

This was sweet bliss Dana thought to herself as the hot water flowed over her head and down the length of her body.

She stretched her arms high above her head and stepped up on the tips of her toes. Her body ached in all the right places. She blushed as she remembered what she and Mulder had done, for the first time, just a few hours earlier. She felt, happy. Incredibly happy.

Her hand automatically sought the multiple hickey marks that marred the normally porcelain white of her skin. Her eyes closed as she replayed how she received each and every one of them.

The image of Mulder's intense, lust filled eyes watching her as he made his way down her body, his mouth sliding and sucking across her skin, leaving his mark and his fingers, those long, divine fingers mapping every line and curve of her, excited her all over again.

She was so caught up in her arousal that she didn't hear him, but she felt him as soon as he stepped into the shower stall.

"Morning, Scully." He whispered into her ear, his voice low and gravelly from sleep, as he hugged her from behind.

His arms came around and pulled her close as he buried his face in her neck. She was so petite that his two arms enveloped her completely. His body was deliciously hotter than the water that sliced over them, making Scully rub against him like a cat. She almost purred.

His nose nudged her wet hair away from her face as he started to place kisses all along the slope of her shoulder and the sensitive line of her neck. She wanted to taste his lips so badly, so she turned her head and met his lips. They kissed slowly and languidly, not having to worry about work on this Saturday morning. They came up for air, eyes connecting, sharing their joy and desires.

"Weird?" He asked, his slight fear that maybe she had regrets showing.

"No, so very not weird." Scully replied, a smile growing in response to his. He was breathtakingly beautiful when he smiled, she thought.

The damp hair on his chest slid along her back as he reached forward to grab the soap off the tray.

"I've always loved this scent on you." He said as he inhaled the luxury soap. Was there anything sexier than a man who noticed something like that? She didn't think so.

He lathered it, then placed his hands on her skin. Raw electricity, was the only way she could describe what his hands on her bare skin felt like.

His palms spread across the width of her shoulders then curved around the sides of her back, his finger tips brushing the edges of her breasts, making her sigh. He molded and massaged down her sides as his thumbs pressed along her spine causing tingles of pleasure to course through her body.

His hands slowed, hesitating right above her hips. She knew what he saw and tensed for just a second, not wanting to answer what he would undoubtedly ask about. That spot, that tattoo on her back that reminded her everyday that she decided her life's direction. No one else.

He surprised her instead by squatting down and soaping the slopes of her ass then down the back of her legs. His hands slowly smoothed back up and around to the front of her legs, stopping only when they reached the crease of her thighs.

A single finger gently seeking and finding her hidden lips.

She had to reach out to hold onto the wall as her legs turned to jelly. "Mulder." She whispered, nervously waiting to see what he would do next.

Mulder was impatient with almost everything in his life, but not when it came to her pleasure. The man took his time. Jesus, did he take his time. Last night he had her screaming his name till her voice gave out.

That magical finger played her body like a virtuoso, bathing in her wetness. Her back arched, hips sensually moving as he swept her back up into the plane of ecstasy where she could fly.

She felt his lips trace over her tattoo right before she felt his teeth scrape across it, spiraling her into an orgasm. He held her tight as she shook and trembled. Seconds passing, his finger slowing as she whimpered from her sensitivity. Well, it looked like Mulder liked her taste in body art.

He stood up then. She felt him, hard and aroused at the small of her back before he gently turned her around to face him. He leaned down to lift her up in his arms. Her legs automatically tightening around his waist to feel him poised at her entrance. The head of his member sliding back and forth through her folds as his hazel eyes, blown green with arousal, asked if she was ready. "Yes."

He pushed her against the tile as he took her mouth in a bruising kiss that left her with little doubt of what he needed. They shared breaths as he slowly slid her body down to engulf him. His size filling her till she could no longer breathe.

"God, Scully." He groaned as he fully penetrated her, pushing through her body's slight resistance.

"Mulder." She moaned in unison. Her hands grabbing the sides of his face to hold on for the ride.

Mulder pulled out leaving a trail of sensation along her tight inner walls till his tip barely remained inside her, then he pushed back in. Each thrust going deeper, longer than she thought possible. It was sublime, heavenly and so..very…good.

Even in the midst of his need she felt the tenderness, the love and caring in his restraint, and it brought tears to her eyes. She didn't think she could love him more than she already did.

"More." Her voice thick with emotion.

His hands tightened around her as he rocked against her…harder… faster…harder. His mouth licking and sucking against her throat. She bit her lip as a second orgasm washed over her, wave after wave as Mulder's moan of release echoed off the shower walls.

She loved the fact that she could make him moan. Oh yeah, she really loved that.