"Walk With Me"

**M-rated. Prompt: Sunflower Seeds**

The heavy deluge of rain was only getting worse as Mulder pulled over to the side of the isolated two lane road that led to the town of Gillovny.

Reports of strange happenings in the small township had made its way to his desk in the basement of the FBI.

Scully didn't even move in her seat as he brought the car to a stop. She was exhausted from the back to back cases of late and her health, well, she was just fine.

It hurt his soul just as much, when he repeated those words in the quietness of his mind, as it did when she spoke them out loud.

Since her diagnosis, she kept her impenetrable walls protectively around herself, just allowing him to be near enough to see her hanging onto the cliff, yet far enough away to allow her to fall off it. If she fell, she wanted it on her own terms. He could understand that, respect it, but if he could have his way, she would not be alone.

The dark, cool interior of the rental car made Mulder feel as if they were cocooned away from the outside world and all its concerns. In this cramped space, everything was okay and Scully, she was healthy.

The cascade of rain drops down the windows, swept waves of shadowy spots across their bodies as the storm continued its madness.

"Mulder." A whispered plea rang out. Scully's body jerked as she fought battles even when wrapped within bad dreams.

Without hesitation, Mulder reached for her. A gentle sweep of his fingers, pushing her bangs across her brow. A touch to ease her. "Scully."

"What? Mulder?" She asked as she woke with a start. Her hand grasping his wrist, questions in her eyes that were as blue as a clear sky.

He didn't pull away this time. Not when all he had been wanting to do for weeks was offer her comfort.

"You were having a bad dream." Their faces so close he could feel the soft puffs of her breath against his skin.

"Mulder, I'm fine. I.." She began to say as she released his wrist, turning her face away from him.

"No. Please don't say that." He whispered to her as his fingers slid into the fullness of her hair, his hand engulfing the side of her face to turn her eyes back to his.

"Don't." He told her as his forehead gently dropped to rest on hers. Both of them closing their eyes as mutual pain and sexual attraction mixed and mingled. He could feel her slowly relax into his hands. Finally taking what he so freely offered.

"Mulder … as long as I keep moving forward…I can't stop. I'm so afraid of what happens when I stop." She whispered. Her confession tearing out what was left of his heart. Forcing him to finally give it completely to her.

"Then let me walk with you. Let me." He said, stressing the last two words. His eyes, willing her to understand what he was telling her. Let me love you.

He watched as a single tear formed, then dropped from her stunned eyes. Her lips opened as if to say no, then stopped and curved into the most dazzling smile he had ever seen.

She nodded her head yes, her smile so close that Mulder finally took as well as he gave. Sculpted, male lips roughly took luscious, berry flavored ones. His fingers tightened and twisted within her red, silk strands, pulling her head back, lifting her mouth for deeper access. Moans echoed through the car as tongues begged for entrance and personal tastes were sampled and exchanged.

"Mmm." She groaned as the flavor of salted sunflower seeds ignited a hunger in her that that had been simmering and had lain dormant for far too long. Images of Mulder's seed porn, which was what Scully called it, flashed through her mind. The way he ate those seeds was her favorite kind of erotica.

Her need for him consumed her as she pushed against his chest and then followed him as he sat back into his car seat. His surprise eased as she settled into his lap, her skirt riding high on her thighs.

She felt wanted and sexy as his hands once again threaded through her hair. His nails gently scraping along her scalp, sending pleasure through her body.

She never realized how much he liked her hair. A small smile broke across her mouth as they kissed. "What?" He asked, smiling back at her.

"I like your hands on me." She murmured against his mouth before nibbling and licking at his full lower lip, her long scarlet painted fingers smoothing down the front of his shirt. God, she loved his long, lean swimmer's build.

"Mulder…I need…." She wanted him so badly. It wasn't about her not having sex in awhile. It was about her need to connect to him, not just anyone, but with him. This beautiful man who touched her heart with both his darkness and his light.

She caught hold of his dress tie as she sat up, her feminine core fitting snugly over the very prominent rise in his pants. They both groaned at their first contact. Their eyes, blown with lust, never broke contact as Scully pulled on his tie as her hips ground down, slowly rubbing against him. He grew harder and bigger making her flush at how fabulous he made her feel. Dry humping in a car never felt so marvelous.

Mulder pushed up every time she pushed down. A feral, primitive rhythm took over as he watched her lips like he wanted to devour her. Their clothes an obstruction that only intensified, everything.

His fingers released her hair to run down the length of her back, molding her body against his. One hand pushed against the small of her back as the other so, very carefully traveled up the front of her chest.

His palm squeezed and worshiped her curves before pulling down her lapel and her bra cup with it. Her nipple, pink and demanding attention, beckoned to him.

He heard her sob as he cupped her breast and drew her nipple into the heated cavern of his mouth. Into the mouth of a man with an oral fixation. She swore he sucked her dry, only the damp spot growing over his pants where she ground against him said otherwise.

The magnificent friction of their bodies built and drove their passions towards climax.

Scully's head fell back as she screamed, their hips moving slower, tighter, harder.

Mulder's face burrowed deeply in between her breasts as he hugged her to him, finding his piece of heaven while chanting her name over and over.

Their heavy and spent limbs relaxed as they melted into each other. After a few moments, Mulder placed a small kiss against the cross that lay safely on its chain around her neck.

As he leaned back into his chair and caught her eye, he teasingly said, "Scully, its safe to say, we both can now corroborate that spontaneous human combustion exists."

Silence was her response until laughter erupted from her small frame. Notes of beautiful, contagious music that Mulder hadn't heard in forever. He couldn't help but join in with her.

Strong, rain filled winds blew the joyous sounds coming from the car, into the neighboring forest, as two best friends became even more.