"Mulder tells Scully she has a beautiful pussy" - Requested by anonymous - August 29th, 2019
Season 7 - Pussy

He'd read enough erotic poetry and tired romantic prose to know everything running through his mind in this moment was cliche.

The first time they'd made love, the moonlight streaming through his blinds was the only thing illuminating her body. It'd felt unreal at the time - and the blue haze they'd been cast in made her seem ethereal. A fantasy come to him in the night under the visage of a bare Dana Scully.

But it had been real. And it was happening again.

It was still nighttime, like the last time, but the glow of her bedside lamp filled the room far more effectively than the moonlight and left no room in his mind for doubt that she was here in front of him, baring herself to him in the most intimate way possible.

With the light, he felt like his world had exploded in Technicolor. Now visible to him was the pink flush across her chest, then her stomach as he kissed his way down it, the blue of her eyes as she watched him with a hooded gaze, and the red of her lips as she bit them while giving him permission to part her thighs.

What he hadn't been able to see last time was this.

And he currently wasn't able to ignore those cliches that were making the truths of themselves known before his very eyes.

The once forbidden fruit lay ripe before him, glistening so brightly he couldn't help but lick his lips and her juices ran onto her thighs. At times the metaphor of a peach had seemed lasvicious, as if women were meant to be consumed, devoured. But the way her blood rushed to her labia and made it swell with a pink hue, he realized the comparison was fitting as something so succulent deserved to be savoured.

He could smell her arousal from his proximity and it was what stirred him to action. Sweet as a peach.

He raised his hands to rub up and down her illiac crest before sliding towards her red curls. Her breasts hitched with her breath as he started touching the areas where elastic had been a mere ten minutes ago. Keeping his fingers on the tendons of her thighs, he moved his fingers to part her lips and look at her more.

It was like he was looking at a Georgia O'Keefe painting. Velvet petals for lips, her bud resting swollen and red at the crest. She parted her legs furthur and it was like a flower blooming before his very eyes.

"Mulder," he heard her call breathily.

He tore his eyes away from her sex and locked eyes with her. "What are you doing?" she panted, easing herself up on her elbows to look at him. Her arousal was evident in every way possible, but it didn't hide the gleam in her eye that he hadn't truly seen since he was with his first love in her parent's basement. The look that seeked reassurance and validation. The look that feared not getting it.

The look that reminded him this was their second time making love and he'd spent the last five minutes staring at her crotch while mentally comparing it to romantic poetry.

He wasn't about to recite the Ode to Scully's Vagina he'd just written in his mind. So instead, he settled on, "You have a beautiful vagina."

She cocked an eyebrow at him before letting her face fall into her shoulder as she giggled. "What? You do," he laughed, placing a kiss on the inside of her bent knee.

"I'm sorry. Just 'you have a beautiful vagina' seem so strange and formal for the man with so many tapes and 1-900 subscriptions," she teased playfully, seemingly completely at ease from his compliment.

He looked back down at one of his new favorite body parts of Scully's and thought about all the tapes, the calls, the words he'd heard used in locker rooms by other men who weren't bestowed with the absolute gift of Dana Scully parting her thighs. Words so crass and ill-fitting of the pure trust she was giving him that the thought of using them made his tongue burn.

But if she wanted him to get a less technical, he'd get less technical.

"Dana. Katherine. Scully," he started, punctuating each name with a kiss that led his mouth closer and closer to where they both wanted him.

"Y-yes?" she replied, her voice strained as he blew a stream of cold air straight onto her.

"You have a beautiful pussy," he told her before tasting her.

Any reviews she had about that term came in the form of screams and whimpers. A rose by any other name...