She waited patiently as she always did; but this time it came easily, Mulder listened to her directive and placed his hands on her cheeks, gently guiding her toward his lips.
It was sweet satisfaction. The moment she first laid eyes on him, she knew she was in for the adventure of her life.
Mulder's touch was electric, and his hands, laying flat and firm on her thighs, grounded her.
Or maybe she grounded him? No, they grounded each other.
King Solomon's words must have been written for them, I am my beloved and she is mine, she thought to herself as his warm hands slowly moved to her lower back, sending chills up her spine.
"Mulder...," she whispered into his mouth as he continued to manipulate his tongue around hers. A simple hum bubbled up from his diaphragm.
It was always about him, Mulder. She needed more of him, she could never get enough. Her hands pulled the bottom of his gray t-shirt, yanking it over his head; his hands lifting for easier removal, "...Do you still want to play Scrabble, or possibly Canasta..hmm?" She said sarcastically as she tossed his t-shirt on the floor.
He chuckled at her playfulness, but his eyes were dark and hungry. Her center tingled as she sat in his lap. Perched high, and straddling what was hers, she leaned in pressing her lips to his now very lean bare chest, peppering his skin with soft wet kisses.
She was his Queen. Sitting on her Mulder throne.
Mulder eyed her firm nipples protruding against the soft silky material. Her breasts were only one part of what he loved about her body. Actually, he couldn't think of anything that he didn't love about her body.
"Your turn," he said.
He wanted access, unadulterated access to all of her. She easily obliged and without any help from him (because that was so Scully) she swiftly removed her silk pajama top and tossed it to the ground- where it landed happily on top of his t-shirt. Exposing her breasts to him freely, his hands automatically reaching- She was his magnet, and he couldn't help it. Drawn to her from the very beginning.
No woman would ever claim his heart as she had done. Dana Scully would never be just anything to him. She was his everything.
In one swift movement, his hands grabbed her bottom and lifted her as he stood from the couch. Her legs wrapped easily around his waist as he moved them to the bed. Scully giggled, resting her head on his shoulder.
"What's so funny?" Mulder asked as he gently placed her on the bed.
"Oh I don't know, the idea of us playing a board game instead of this. It's kinda humorous to picture."
"You know Scully, one day that might be our activity of choice together."
She smiled as she laid back on the bed, giving Mulder easy access to remove the rest of her pajamas. More of her to love, he thought as he drank in the sight of her.
He never tired of exploring every inch of her gorgeous body. She was soft to the touch and her breasts- God her breasts, he leaned down and buried his head between them, kissing every inch he could of her torso.
Mulder made his way up to her clavicle, then her neck, and before he could reach her lips she sat up, forcing him on his knees at the foot of the bed. Scully leaned in, her arms resting on his shoulders, reconnecting her thighs around his waist. Her beautiful nakedness beckoned his erection.
"One day Mulder, but today is not that day," She said, and then her lips crashed into his.
Her kiss caused every cell in his body to react. He readied himself to once again position her on the bed, but before he could, she pulled away from his kiss, "No, take me there," She said pointing to the wall. She was still securely wrapped around his waist, moving with ease; he obeyed her command.
He positioned her against the wall and she leaned in sucking the corner of his neck, which simultaneously sent blood rushing to his groin.
He took one hand and pushed his pants down past his ass, freeing his erection. Scully moaned into his shoulder and her hot breath on his skin sent gooseflesh up the back of his neck.
He was pretty sure his senses were on overload. He pinned her against the wall with his hip, granting his hand access to her center. Warm, soft, and wet, just the way he liked her.
Scully wrapped her arms around his neck, and her fingers dug into his skin- she was ready, and he knew it.
He teased at her center, using the wall to line himself up with her, he easily found his way inside.
his eyes and head rolled back. Her lips found his Adam's apple, sucking on it as if it were forbidden fruit. He moved in and out of her, slowly at first; and with every new entrance, she whimpered. His lips found hers and their tongues tangled with the rhythm of each thrust of his hip.
He didn't think he could last long, but with Scully he found himself doing things he thought he could never do. She pulled away from his kiss and leaned her forehead against his, "I'm close," she whispered. And it was all that he needed. Thrusting quicker and deeper still, fervently. He needed, no wanted, to bring her with him- it was always going to be them, together.
He could feel her warm center tightening around him as her body easily moved with his. He whispered in her ear, "C'mom, Dana. Come with me." A throaty groan escaped her mouth and her arms tightened around his neck. He watched her as she bit her bottom lip; plunging himself faster, deeper, in and out two more times, chasing her to the edge and back; spilling his desire inside her.
His senses returned to him. Panting heavily into her neck, he gently kissed her. Not letting her go, he moved them to the bed and they plopped down in unison. They untangled from one another and rested on their backs in an oxytocin-induced stupor.
Scully breathed heavily, "Four-letter word that starts with L," she said, running her fingers lazily through his hair as she spoke.
Mulder, still somewhat out of breath, could only think of one word. One word that described everything he felt about her and more. Staring at the ceiling, catching his breath, he swallowed hard.
"Love."