Stripes - Requested by mulders1in5billion - March 30th, 2019
Season 7 - Scully marks Mulder
As he brushed his teeth in the morning, he couldn't help but notice a sharp pain on his back when he bent over to spit. Sharp little stings that had him standing up straight and turning around.
Seve-no, nin-no, ten maybe twelve marks adorned his back. They all started from the top of his shoulders down to the middle of his back. Lines? Stripes? They looked like tally marks and he reached a hand behind him to try and touch one.
Fuck, Mulder. Oh my god. Harder, harder, that's i-oh. ohmygodohmygodohmygodfuckmefuckme.
The sounds played in his head as if his finger was a needle and the marks were grooves of a vinyl and he was a record of Scully's pleasure. Each set of four representing a different push over the edge.
I've never- not from that alone.
Please. Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop. Jesus, you feel so good.
"I'm sorry about that," a new song played.
Raising her hands, Scully rubbed his back gently, intermittently placing kisses across his marred skin. He could see her from the reflection in the mirror, her ruffled hair, her sated smile, her apologetic eyes.
He turned around and wrapped his arms around her, noting that he'd left some marks of his own on the side of her neck. Bending down, he placed a light kiss to her lips and reveled in the fact he could do this now, that morning-Scully was now a frequent visitor in his life. "Don't be, I love them."