Summary:
Date night!!!!!
Scully had been ready for thirty minutes by the time Mulder arrived to pick her up for their date.
She usually didn't sweat the small stuff, like fretting over the details of her outfit for the evening. However, for tonight's date she made an exception. She chose her Guess denim miniskirt and bright yellow tank top. To finish her outfit off, she grabbed her denim jacket in case it got cold.
"You look amazing," Mulder said in the car.
"Thank you," Scully said. He grabbed her hand and brought her knuckles to his lips, kissing them lightly. She turned to him and smiled. He was wearing a gray t-shirt and a pair of jeans. No one else could possibly look this good in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
"You look good, too," she said, returning the favor.
"What, this? You're joking, right?" he said.
"No, I am not. You look..." she hesitated and tilted her head. Her cheeks felt warm.
"I look, what?" he said, glancing in her direction with that boyish grin across his face that made her want to crawl over the middle console and make out with him right then and there.
So what if he was driving.
"Handsome," she said, choosing not to use the adjective bangable, for obvious reasons.
"So, where are we going?" she asked, taking her gaze away from him and looking ahead.
"You'll see. We're almost there."
"Okay, I give up. I'll be patient," she whined, followed by a small sigh.
"Patient, huh? Are you generally a patient person, Scully?" Mulder asked, glancing briefly in her direction before returning his attention back to the road.
No, she answered in her head.
The way he asked the question made her center tingle, and the hair on the back of her neck stood up. It sounded like he was interrogating her, and for some unholy reason, she liked it. She decided to play along.
"Oh, I don't know G-man. I guess it depends on the situation," She quipped back. A small grunt escaped his mouth.
"Hmhmm, tell me, Ms. Scully, what sort of situations are we talking about?" Mulder said as he turned the car into a small restaurant parking lot and chose a spot in the back.
"Well," she said, still looking forward. Mulder switched off the headlights, leaving them sitting in the dark.
"I am a patient person when it comes to school work."
"And," he said. Turning his attention and his body toward her. Scully shifted her body as well, mirroring his posture.
"When I'm tutoring, I am very patient."
Mulder nodded, his mouth in a frown, pretending to take notes.
"Go on, what other things?" He said. His voice was slightly lower than normal.
"Well, I am patient when it comes to crossword puzzles," she said matter-of-factly.
"Interesting. Tell me, Ms. Scully, what sort of things are you not patient about?" He said it with a hint of gravel in his voice that electrified her insides. She took a moment to pretend like she was thinking, putting her finger to her cheek and tapping it.
"Well, let me see. I'm not very patient when it comes to waiting for something I want."
Mulder moved closer.
"Fascinating, what sort of things, Ms. Scully?"
She was tempted to say you, but she didn't want to be the one who lost the game they were playing. She wanted to hold out as long as she could, knowing pretty well where this was going. There was no turning back for her. She was hooked; the only question was when she would be reeled in.
Scully moved closer, and as she closed the distance between them, the moon's gentle glow cut through the darkness to reveal his hazel eyes, filled with an unmistakable longing for her.
She bit her bottom lip.
He was done when he saw her bite her bottom lip. He couldn't help it; he had to kiss her. And kiss her he did. Sure, the game they were playing was fun and hot. It was really hot . But he'd reached his limit of teasing. He had to feel her lips on his; he needed to hold her and touch her, not just imagine her while he took care of business.
He leaned in, and he was pretty sure she met him halfway. Her mouth was already open to receive his tongue. She tasted sweet as his lips mashed into hers. He was sure it was strawberry. From here on out, strawberry chapstick will forever be seared into his memory.
His breath matched . He wanted her badly, but he also didn't want to presume her desire was the same.
He pulled away abruptly.
"Scully," he said, out of breath. "I..I..do you want, I mean.." He couldn't find the words to ask her if he could continue his fervent exploration of her mouth and body. All he knew was that he wanted her.
"Mulder, I can't do this anymore," she said, her breath labored. For a split second, he thought he had crossed the line and read something that wasn't there.
Suddenly, she sat up on her knees, hiked her already rather revealing skirt, and grabbed both of his shoulders, straddling his lap with ease.
No words were needed. His question, without him even asking it, had been answered.
Scully tipped her pelvis forward, and she leaned in, taking his face in her hands. He thought she looked like she could eat him. Her eyes were big, blue, and hungry, and he had a feeling he was on the menu. Dinner would have to wait, he thought to himself as he placed his hands on her exposed bottom. But this time, there wasn't anything keeping him from her perfectly toned ass, among other things.
"Shit, Scully!" he gasped. "You're not wearing any underwear?" he half-asked, knowing the answer already. Her hot breath quickened as he freely felt every inch of her exposed center.
She smiled wildly and leaned into his neck, sucking and licking his flesh. She slowly moved up to his ear, and he closed his eyes when she took her tongue and curled his earlobe into her mouth.
"Fuckkkkk," he whispered. And Scully giggled quietly at his expletive. He didn't care; she was driving him wild. Every inch of his body was covered in gooseflesh, and his already pulsating crotch strained under his jeans, begging to be freed.
There was no turning back at this point. He couldn't contain himself. His hands moved to the front of her center, his fingers lightly grazing the top of her pubic hair. She bucked at his touch, and her teeth grazed his jawline.
"I need you, Mulder; I want you," he heard her say as she pushed down on his crotch, causing him to hiss.
He moved his hand down until his fingers found her soft, warm entrance. She was so wet. He took his time exploring each and every fold; all the while, their faces were mashed together in a sloppy pursuit of lips. Scully started to rock on top of his hand, and he grinned at the automatic movement.
He slipped a finger inside, and her legs quivered at the movement. She sat up and pulled her yellow tank top off. No bra.
"No bra, damnit, Dana," he said with a croak.
Her beautiful breasts. He needed them in his mouth; her nipples called to be sucked. Begged him and teased him until he couldn't resist.
"Come here," he commanded.
And she did. Riding his hand as he fingered her—the more he explored, the more wet she became. He could feel her walls tighten; he knew she was close; he would make her come. Her hands had grabbed the back of the driver's side seat, and her breasts were only inches away from his face now. He watched her as she rhythmically rocked to a song only he knew the words too. She was his, and he knew it.
He took one hand and centered her on his lap, then carefully slipped another finger into her spongy, warm center. At the same time, he pulled her closer, and his lips found her nipple, playfully biting and nipping at the hard nub.
Scully gasped, "Oh, Mulder." She moaned as her rocking intensified.
She was a beautiful sight sitting on top of him; her skirt hiked up to her waist. Her arms were on either side of his head, bracing for what was to come. Her right breast in his mouth. He couldn't keep his eyes open enough to enjoy every moment of it. Her face had a look of concentration, and her lips were open, breathing in the hot air of their entanglement.
He swirled his two fingers against her wall, and she whined at the movement. He felt her tighten against his fingers; he thrust and twirled, and she rocked and rubbed harder.
"I'm gonna come, Mulder; please don't stop," she begged him.
Her thighs clenched his legs, and her center spasmed around his fingers.
"Oh God, Mulder!" She cried out as her body bucked.
She moved her hands to the roof of the car and braced them as he felt her soft wall tighten around his fingers—his cue to keep twirling.
"Pleaseeee don't stop," she begged, out of breath.
Scully's entire body was on fire. She had never experienced an orgasm that deep. It started in her toes and, with each wave, traveled up to the top of her head. How was that even possible? She said to herself as she slowly came down from her euphoric high.
Every cell in her body tingled as she slumped onto Mulder's shoulder. She was still trying to catch her breath as he slowly removed his fingers from her center. She jumped at the sensitivity she still felt stirring within her.
"Mulder," she whispered into the crook of his shoulder.
"That was amazing," she said.
He wiped his fingers on his jeans before he pushed a matted strand of hair from her face, then kissed her forehead. She was still straddling him and could tell he was hard.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. It was amazing for me, too," he said.
She sat up, making her just a tad higher than his eye level. She cupped his face in her hands. There was no doubt in her mind that she was falling in love with Fox Mulder. Every bit of him.
She kissed him softly. "Thank you," she said, clearing her throat. "Do you want us to... you know?" she said, glancing down at his crotch.
Mulder grinned, ear to ear.
"Dana, I'm falling in love with you. And I'd rather not have our first time be in a car like two high schoolers out past their curfew," he said with a nonchalant tone as if he hadn't just admitted to being in love with her.
"I was actually thinking I could give you a hand job," she said with a smirk. His confession didn't go unnoticed, but she wasn't ready to acknowledge it.
Mulder chuckled and kissed her bare shoulder. "Next time," he said with a playful grin. "Besides, I'd hate for us to miss our dinner reservation."
"Okay, are you sure?" She said.
"I'm positive," he replied, still grinning with a sparkle in his eye.
She carefully and as gracefully as she could dismounted from his lap and plopped down in the passenger seat. She half-stood and scooted her skirt down while Mulder felt around for her tank top, finding it between the door and cushion of the car. He handed her the top, and she slid it back on.
He leaned over and kissed her cheek, surprising her as he did it. She giggled at his impromptu peck.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
He looked down at his lap and shrugged his shoulders. "As ready as I'll ever be, all things considered. I'm just glad it's dark, and we can eat outside."
Scully was so caught up in the moment that she didn't even glance at where they had parked. She took her hand and rubbed away the fog from the inside of the car window.
Mulder chuckled.
What she saw was a small restaurant with outdoor seating and tiny sting lights strung from tree to tree. The sign on the outside of the quaint restaurant read The Flying Saucer.
She turned and smiled at him.
"Of course. I should have known," she said.
They both stepped out of the car, adjusted their clothing, and made their way to the front entrance. But before they went inside, Scully pulled on his hand, causing him to stop.
She looked up and said without hesitation, "Fox Mulder, I am falling in love with you too," and he leaned down to meet her lips in the softest, sweetest, and tenderest kiss she had ever experienced.
