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Tit for Tat
by Lysandra
Scully glanced at her partner, noting that his five o'clock shadow was more
like midnight shadow, and that his eyes were as glassy as hers felt. Maybe
she shouldn't have drunk that wine.
"Mulder."
He stirred as if she'd woken him. "Huh? What?"
"It's two o'clock. We both need sleep."
"You're the one who insisted on turning it in on time. I was fine with
turning it in a day late and suffering Kersh's wrath."
"Mulder, you make it sound as if I'm the bad influence here, when it's you."
"Are you saying that if I jumped off a bridge you'd follow?"
She sighed. "What I'm saying is that we are too tired to write up an
acceptable report, and that a few hours' sleep will do us both some good."
She looked over at the fire; along with the wine, it had lulled her into a
state of extreme comfort and contentment, and she'd like nothing better than
to stretch out in front of its warmth and fall asleep to the soft pops and
crackles. The floor would do horrible things to her back if she did.
She sighed. "Mulder. Are you listening?"
"I'm always listening," he mumbled, stretching his legs over the arm of her
sofa.
"You can't sleep there," she admonished him.
"It's better than the floor," he answered, opening one eye to look at her.
"I do have a bed."
"So go sleep in it."
"I'll sleep on the couch," she said. "It's too short for you."
He rolled his eyes, as if her suggestion was insane. "A gentleman never
takes a lady's bed and leaves her the couch."
"You're a gentleman?" She laughed. "Mulder, think logically. You're six
feet tall; I'm five-three."
"I'm not taking your bed."
"I'm not either." She'd never sleep knowing he was out here. And she
wasn't inviting him to share the bed. Way too dangerous. He'd been looking
at her in a very predatory way lately. She'd been doing the same to him,
although she wasn't sure if he'd noticed.
He smiled. "You want to share the couch?"
"No."
"Then we might as well do the paperwork."
"I'll make some coffee."
"Fine with me."
"Hazelnut or regular?"
Another smile. "Hazelnut."
***
When the coffee had been made, she found Mulder in a light doze. "Scoot
over," she told him as she lifted his feet off the sofa and sat down. She
folded a leg underneath her, turning toward him. "You'll fall asleep if you
lie down."
"You know me too well, Scully."
It was probably true. She'd known he'd want hazelnut. Mulder would never
order a flavored coffee out in public at Starbucks, but he secretly liked
them.
He was still talking, his voice a drowsy sexy thing. "But I don't know you
well enough ... why is that?"
She was about to laugh again, until she saw that he was serious. This sort
of conversation had been in the works a long time, but still, she was
unprepared for it. "You probably know me better than anyone, Mulder."
"Not as well as you know me."
She blinked. Was that true? Probably. If Mulder were a book he'd be lying
open to the most interesting passage. And she'd be a mystery.
"So why is that?" he asked again. His voice sounded confident, but his eyes
... he wasn't kidding around.
"Okay," she said, wary. "How do you propose we fix this?"
"We could play Five Questions."
"Five Questions?"
He yawned. "I played it ... uh, when I was in college. You ask me a
question, I ask you a question, total honesty, five questions each."
Scully had played a similar game her sophomore year in college, in Keith
Olson's dorm room. Very dangerous. That night was the first time she'd
achieved orgasm at someone else's hand. When was the last time that had
happened? So far back she couldn't remember, she thought, marveling at the
way Mulder's long fingers wrapped around his coffee cup.
"What are the rules?" she asked.
"No holds barred."
She shouldn't. They shouldn't. They'd been barring their holds for so long
that if they ever stopped, the world might tilt on its axis.
He made eye contact. "Scully, you in?"
Of course she was in.
Mulder took a drink of his coffee and waited for her nod before continuing.
"Okay, me first. What's your natural hair color?"
"Light brown, a little auburn but not nearly this red," she answered, taking
the ends of her hair in her hand and waving them at him. "I can't believe
you wasted a question on that."
"Why?"
"You've seen me naked. Don't tell me you didn't look."
"Oh, I looked. But I couldn't tear my eyes away from your breasts."
She nearly choked. "Mulder!"
He just grinned. "Your turn."
"Don't say things like that without warning unless you want hot liquid all
over you," she said, licking coffee off her wrist.
He rolled his eyes. "Lightweight."
"Fine," she said, shaking her head. "I'll start slow, too. What's your
favorite movie?"
"It's a tie between Sorority Schoolgirls Six and Close Encounters of the
Third Kind."
"What happened to total honesty?"
"Close Encounters."
She already knew that. It was a throwaway question, and now they were even.
She took a sip of her coffee; still a bit hot. She held it in front of her
and blew on it a few times, and when she looked back up, Mulder's gaze was
trained on her lips. Hmmm.
"Okay," he said. "Big guns."
"Fire away." She wondered what 'big guns' meant to Mulder.
He pursed his lips a moment. "If you could change one day in your life," he
said slowly, "which day would it be?"
Ah. Big guns.
Scully didn't have to think very hard. "The day Melissa was shot," she
answered. "That day I'd like back."
"Yeah," he said, and he made the slightest movement to touch her but pulled
his hand back.
Things were too serious here. She was still a bit hazy for such gravity,
and decided to lighten things up.
"Boxers or briefs, Mulder?"
He didn't blink; he didn't even smile. "Right now, or in general?"
"There's a difference?" she asked.
"Could be," he said.
Might as well live dangerously, she thought. "Right now." She took another
drink of coffee, relishing the tiny bit of privacy afforded by hiding behind
her mug.
He shifted his weight on the couch and she was rocked by a little wave of
movement across the sofa. "Right now," he said, "I need to do laundry."
Scully hoped her eyes didn't betray her thoughts. The idea of Mulder going
commando, just two feet away, sent a shock of heat through her. She tried
to tell herself it was the coffee, but even she didn't believe her
duplicitous inner voice.
"Your turn," she told him.
"What are we up to, question three?"
She nodded. "Why?"
"I'm pacing myself." He looked as if he were trying to intimidate her. In
a nice, friendly way, of course.
"Oooh, Mulder, I'm quaking. Go on, ask me a question."
Truth be told, she was mentally quaking a little. This was starting to
become more nerve-wracking than playing Spin the Bottle with Melissa's high
school friends when she was only in eighth grade. She nervously anticipated
Mulder's remaining questions.
Despite the coffee, Scully's mouth was feeling dry, and when she licked at
her lips, Mulder watched with great attention.
"Question three." He pursed his own lips together a moment as if he was
thinking. "Scully, do you -- uh, why don't you put that coffee down?"
Oh no. His smile scared her a little. Placing her cup on a side table, she
braced herself before looking back at him, and when he continued it was with
confidence. "Do you enjoy performing oral sex?"
This game always degenerated into talk about sex. The secret, Scully knew,
was to not explain too much, so she gave the simple answer. "Yes, I do."
She deliberately licked her lips again, just to torture him. She smiled and
watched as he changed position on the couch and took a sip of coffee.
His eyes slipped shut while he waited for her next question. After a few
moments of silence, he opened his eyes and asked what was taking so long.
"I'm waiting for you to set down that coffee," she said.
Mulder was so pretty when he was scared. He placed his coffee on a coaster
and turned to face her. "It's down," he said, and his voice had a slight
crack, just a tiny one, but enough to make Scully pleased. She knew this
was dangerous, knew she was tired and delirious, knew just where this was
headed.
"Do you enjoy receiving oral sex?"
He laughed. "Scully, I don't know anyone who doesn't enjoy receiving oral
sex."
"You haven't answered, Mulder." He looked a bit confused for a moment. "I
didn't ask if anyone enjoyed getting head." She kept a straight face
despite his mild look of shock at her frank language. "I asked if you
enjoy it."
The wheels of realization were whirring in Mulder's head; she pictured gears
and cogs spinning behind his eyes. 'Scully enjoys giving head ... and I
enjoy getting head.' She wondered if they should even bother with the
rest of the game, or if she should just reach over, unzip her partner's
jeans, and start sucking his dick.
She really was tired, or she wouldn't be thinking this way. Damn him for
not just taking the bed when she'd offered.
Her swirling thoughts were interrupted by Mulder's gentle touch to her
shoulder. She looked up at him. "Hmm?"
His hand remained where it was, his thumb inching along her collarbone.
"Yes, I enjoy receiving oral sex. I'd say it's my--" He counted on his
fingers, tapping them on her shoulder, then went on: "--my fourth favorite
thing to do in the world."
"F-fourth?" she asked, as his hand started to really massage her skin.
He leaned in close enough for her to smell the coffee on his breath, and
whispered into her ear. "If you want to know the first three, you'll have
to wait and ask me."
She fought the urge to squirm away from his touches to her neck and
shoulder, at the same time fighting the opposing urge to lean into the
warmth of his fingertips.
Scully was now fairly sure it had been a mistake to agree to this game.
Games like this never led to anything but sex or fighting, and she shouldn't
be doing either with Mulder.
Still, the oral sex gauntlet had been thrown and accepted; she tried to
remember if she'd made her bed this morning but forgot about it when
Mulder's fingers touched the back of her neck and threaded through her hair.
She closed her eyes, and hummed at how good it felt. "Mulder," she said,
"what are you doing?"
"Trying to get to know you better," he murmured into her shoulder.
Scully's eyes rolled of their own accord. "That's a terrible line, Mulder.
Does it usually work?"
"I'm only playing by the rules."
"Hmmm?" Her voice came out an embarrassing breathy squeak.
"No holds barred."
His words smelled like coffee, and she opened her eyes just in time to see
Mulder lick his top lip, and it looked so inviting she followed her impulse
and leaned over and kissed it.
She must have surprised Mulder. His hand went still, and he didn't really
return the kiss, although he did shift his head to get both lips in on the
action. He didn't pull away, but didn't participate to Scully's
satisfaction, either. How was it that he could ask her about performing
oral sex, and give her goosebumps with his warm massaging fingers, yet kiss
her with all the passion of a peck on the cheek for his visiting Aunt
Martha?
This peck, however, was lasting a nice long time, and Scully liked the
hazelnut taste on his lips.
She'd always wondered if someday she'd drink just enough alcohol to attack
him, then blame it on the liquor. Or vice versa. She never imagined that
they'd both be sober when this happened. Even now, she wasn't sure it was
really happening. Mulder was still passive, and she was starting to worry
that he didn't want her, though she didn't see how that could possibly be.
He pulled back and his eyes looked sleepy. "Mmm, Scully, we taste alike."
She didn't have a chance to answer before his hands traveled to her back and
then to her sides as he scooted back and hauled her across the Great Sofa
Divide and she landed on his chest, hard, and he pulled her head back to him
and French kissed her with such force and held onto her so tight that she
could barely breathe, and it was ... oh, it was wonderful.
Now this was kissing. Mulder's passion had taken over, and those long
arms of his roved over her body like he owned it. One hand sneaked under
her top, large and warm against her back, and the hand on her ass sent
tickly shivers through her. Scully supposed she should protest the groping,
but she was enjoying it too much to put up any sort of believable fight.
When she pulled her head back to look at Mulder, the olive green of his eyes
was all but obliterated by his pupils, and her hands had done terrible
things to his hair, so she smoothed it down to keep herself from laughing.
"Your turn," she whispered in his ear, and then she licked along the outer
edge of it and Mulder dug his fingers into her ass as he thrust up,
seemingly without meaning to. Damn, that felt good. Wow.
"Jesus," he muttered, closing his eyes as his head dropped back onto the
sofa. "We're still playing?"
"You're the one who invoked the no holds barred rule," Scully explained as
she sat up, taking him with her into the full upright and locked position.
Inside, she was thinking that they should take this slow and savor it, not
rush through it. It was obvious that tonight was the night their bodies
would finally catch up with their brains, but she still wanted the brains in
on the action. Mulder was plenty attractive on the outside, but his
intelligence was her favorite thing about him. Then again, she hadn't seen
his erect cock, and it might win out in the end.
God, he had good hands. Both were under her sweater, roaming the safe zone
of her back, heating and caressing her spine, or so she thought until she
felt her bra loosen.
"Mulder!" Her hands flew behind her, as if that would help. Scully felt
like she was back in that game of Spin the Bottle. She hadn't given
permission for clothing removal. Mulder just smiled, and she didn't
actually mind so she didn't complain further. She did swat his hands away,
though, and began to perform the womanly trick of taking off her bra without
taking off her sweater.
Mulder's eyes widened as he watched her pulling the undergarment through the
neckhole of her top. "Damn, Scully."
"What?" she asked, all false innocence.
"That's the Flashdance fantasy of every American male, you know. It's only
the sexiest thing ever." He reached over and grabbed the bra out of her
hand. "Can I keep this?"
She snatched it back, scooting back to her original spot on the couch. "No.
Was that your fourth question?"
"Definitely not." He furrowed his brow a bit, looking like he was deep in
thought. "Okay, Scully. Essay question."
"Mulder--"
"No holds barred." He winked and she sighed her assent, then he sneaked a
look down at her chest and continued. "How do you like your breasts played
with, Scully? Be specific, be thorough, and feel free to demonstrate." He
crossed his arms and sat back. Smug bastard.
Scully felt as if she were in a steam bath. Hot all over, and she imagined
her face was fire engine red. Half-questions raced through her mind: Can
I, Should I, What will he, Are we crazy, Is he serious, Do I have the guts
for this??
"Scully, you in there?" Oops, she'd wandered off into fantasyland there for
a minute. She opened her eyes, and Mulder didn't look so sure of himself.
He looked worried and nervous, as if he was sure she was about to call the
whole thing off and send him home.
If only she were that smart.
Before she could change her mind, she answered the call of the what-the-hell
moment and whipped her sweater over her head, throwing it onto a chair
across the room.
From the look on Mulder's face, she could have been an EBE. Pure awe. He
didn't know where to look, it seemed; his gaze kept darting down to her
breasts and back up to her eyes, as if he didn't want to insult her by
staring.
"Breathe, Mulder," she said, and he laughed and took a deep breath.
Scully did the same, surprised that this didn't feel as awkward as it might,
not with Mulder so nervous and off-balance too. Her nipples were pebbled
and standing at attention; she mentally attributed it to the cool air, but
she wasn't cold. She was affected by Mulder, but she wanted to at least
have a semblance of control so she took another deep breath and began.
Bringing up both hands, she cupped her breasts from underneath, lifting them
just a little. She had to fight not to laugh when Mulder forgot to breathe
again. Pushing her tits together a bit, she circled her nipples with the
pads of her fingers. "Not too hard at first, Mulder," she said, "just soft
touches, no pinching or anything."
Mulder didn't even make the effort to look at her face anymore, his gaze now
fully concentrated on her breasts. He moved toward her, and she stopped him
with a touch to his chin, forcing him to look at her eyes. "Look, don't
touch," she said, "or your demonstration is over."
Mulder's face fell, then he literally sat on his hands. When he spoke, his
voice cracked. "No touching," he repeated, and licked his lips before
fashioning them into a delicious-looking pout. "That's no fun."
"Mulder, do you want me to put my top back on? I think I've been more than
accommodating so far." Not to mention that for all his talk, she was the
one who'd made the initial move, when it came down to it.
"I take it back, Scully." He stared at her breasts a moment. "You're very,
very fun," he said with great seriousness. He swallowed.
"Better." She tried not to laugh. "Hmm, where was I?"
"Uh, 'just soft touches, no pinching,'" he supplied.
"Right. No pinching. Yet." Oh, that got a reaction. More shifting of
those long legs.
She was glad she had to keep up the commentary, because otherwise she'd get
too aroused, lose her place, and just grab his hands and let him go to town.
But she found herself getting strangely into this, mostly because of
Mulder's reverence. He wet his lips again, and the thought of that tongue
on her ... she was going to make a fool of herself if she didn't keep
talking, and probably more so if she did.
She picked up where she left off. "There will be pinching later," she
whispered, as if it was a secret. "But for now, we're just getting to know
the feel, okay? Your hands will feel nice and warm, bigger than mine." She
kept her hands moving in soft circular motions that lifted and pushed her
breasts around a bit. She watched as his eyes rolled back in his head for a
second when she started using 'you.' Silly boy, she thought. Did you think
this wouldn't get personal, Mulder? Not a chance.
"And it's not just my breasts," she went on. "I like to be touched on the
sides, and underneath, and on my ribs, like ... a teasing thing." She
feathered her fingernails down her sides. Her breasts felt heavy and full
already, aching for his touch though this was almost as good.
Mulder's bottom lip was trapped by his teeth. She was afraid he was going
to draw blood. She nodded toward his lips. "Mulder, go easy, because I'm going to
need those lips later." Yes, she was bold now. He thought he had trumped her by
suggesting this game, and she was ridiculously pleased at how things were going. He
was at her mercy and she loved it. Maybe a bit too much.
He released his lip, and she smiled as he sat there on his hands, panting
like a puppy in obedience school. She caught sight of her nipples, and
didn't think she'd ever seen them protruding this far, though she didn't
make a habit of looking at her own breasts. She was so ready, and all this
taking it slow might kill her. So, moving on.
"You see how hard my nipples are, Mulder?" He nodded and leaned his head
forward until his mouth was maybe a foot away from her right nipple.
"You've got the right idea, but not quite yet," she said. "You can pinch a
little, but not too hard unless I ask for it." She gave the nipple closest
to him a pinch, pulling it outward just to the point of a little pain before
letting go. "I don't mind some hard squeezes to the whole breast, but I'm
not much into getting my nipples twisted."
"Huh?" He looked up at her without focus for a moment. "No nipple twisting
... okay." He nodded.
"At this point, you'd start licking -- not sucking, licking." Oh, he was so
cute and so under her control. His tongue came out to say hello, as if he
just couldn't keep it in his mouth another second. "Just light little ...
flicks," she instructed, "nice and fast, just the tip of your tongue."
He looked up at her a moment, before casting his gaze back down at her
chest. His pupils were still dilated. Mulder with such dark eyes was
unnerving.
"Show me how you're gonna do that, Mulder." She thought she might have gone
too far, asking him to demonstrate during her demonstration, but she needn't
have worried. He stayed where he was, staring at her erect nipple, and
stuck his tongue out into the air and wiggled it up and down in a way that
made Scully squeeze her thighs together with thoughts of trapping his head
between her legs. She let out a little moan, but Mulder was so intent on
practicing his technique she doubted he'd heard.
"Okay, stop," she said, resisting the urge to fan herself. "That was very
good. Now, you've only got one mouth, so you'll be using a hand on the ...
on my other breast," she instructed, moving her palm over her left breast in
a circular motion. "Nothing comparable to your tongue, but just don't
neglect it."
"I won't," he promised. He spoke like he was in church, reverently praying
to the Divine Breasts of St. Dana of Regained Virginity. She honestly
didn't know how much more of this either of them could stand. She could
feel his humid breath on her breasts, or maybe she was starting to sweat.
If the mere sight of his tongue licking at the air made her this excited,
the real thing was going to be earth-shattering.
"So do that to both breasts, until my nipples are nice and hard, like they
are now." Mulder smiled as if he knew he was getting his turn soon. Scully
tried to act like she wasn't incredibly turned on, but with her nipples
protruding like little thimbles and the red flush that had spread over her
chest, there wasn't much she could do to hide her excitement. "And then,"
she said, "you should start sucking. Not too hard at first, because you're
going to work up to it, right?"
"Yeah," Mulder said, and he licked his damn lips again.
"And then just, um, suck away like a baby," Scully told him. "Go harder and
harder as long as I sound like I'm happy."
He nodded, even as he was asking his question: "How will I know you're
happy, Scully?" He looked at her eyes now, and didn't look away.
"You'll know," she answered. "If I'm not saying 'stop' or 'ouch,' I'm
happy."
"Anything you might be saying instead?" he asked. "Just as long as we're
being thorough." He moved a few inches closer, sitting up so his eyes were
no longer at the level of her breasts.
"I'm not sure," she laughed. "I've never listened to myself. But I think
I'll just be moaning, or saying 'yes, more' or 'harder,' or ... calling out
your name or something." She didn't mention that her apartment walls had
heard Mulder's name more than a few times. She was the one biting her lip
now, to keep from saying any more.
"Okay, Scully, I think I've got it. Soft working up to hard, licking
working up to sucking, 'ouch' is bad, 'oh yes Mulder you big stud' is good."
She couldn't believe how fun this was, teasing Mulder, but in the process
she had teased herself into a sexual tizzy, and she needed some relief.
"So, Mulder," she said, leaning over to grab his wrists and gently pull his
hands out from under him, "do you think you'd like to give it a try?"
Mulder's eyes twinkled as she placed his hands on her sides. "Scully, I
plan to answer that question as thoroughly as you answered mine," he said,
"but first I have to kiss you." He didn't wait for permission, just swooped
in and gathered her to him as his lips thudded into hers. How she'd missed
his tongue these last few minutes, and now each swipe over her own reminded
her of what he'd be doing to her nipples very soon. His razor stubble
scratched against her lips and chin; she'd have to wear extra makeup in the
morning. Her breasts were smashed up against his chest, and he rubbed
against her as his hands caressed her back, fingertip touches circling,
almost scratching, then tickling up her sides, making her shiver.
Scully had no idea when she'd climbed onto Mulder's lap, but his torso was
tight against hers and his cock strained toward her clothed pussy in a way
she couldn't ignore or resist. She ground down onto him and moaned, and
Mulder released a grunt of pleasure. His mouth separated from hers, and she
found herself following him trying to get it back. He lifted her and
adjusted their positions so she wasn't putting such pressure on him.
"Scully, that feels great," he said, shutting his eyes a moment, "but think
of my dick as being like your tits -- uh, your breasts, okay? You gotta
start slow and work up to it."
"Uh-huh," she agreed. "Now about my tits..."
She grabbed his hands and placed them where hers had been, and they felt so
different from her own, even bigger and warmer and stronger than she'd
imagined. But he didn't use his strength, instead following her
instructions with soft touches, adding his own variation of kissing near but
not on her breasts -- between them, above them, and back up to her neck as
his hands and fingers kept up their gentle movements.
The problem with this was that Scully was so worked up from showing him what
she liked that she was way ahead of him. "Mulder," she said, trying to
breathe normally, "that feels amazing, but--"
"But what?" he said, looking hurt.
"No, no, it's not you," she explained. "It's just that I'm not ... ahhhh
... starting from scratch here, if you know what I mean."
"Ahhh," he nodded. "So I should skip a step or two this time?" He kissed
her neck, dragging his lips downward even before she answered.
"If you don't mind, that'd be ... ohh, fantastic..." she said, but he was
way ahead of her. She got out her last word just as his tongue reached out
for her left nipple, again demonstrating his grasp of the flicking technique
as his left hand kept her right breast company. Bless him for not
forgetting it. Mulder was such a good student she wondered if she had a
gold star somewhere in the apartment.
Mulder blew on her breast and the cool air combining with his saliva made
her squirm. She made a sound that was neither a word nor a scream, and her
voice echoed off the walls.
"That's good, right? It wasn't 'ouch' but it wasn't 'oh Mulder yes'
either." He grinned like a madman and she didn't even mind.
"Too good," she admitted. She was panting. How embarrassing. But his
tongue had felt amazing. For all her instructions, and knowing he'd have
his mouth on her, the wet reality of it had been startling.
"No such thing as too good," he said, leaning in again to latch onto her
right breast. He went for the straight suck this time, foregoing the
flicking entirely. And in keeping with his status as teacher's pet, he
didn't forget to fondle the left, this time mostly avoiding the nipple while
he concentrated on sucking the life out of the other.
Scully's breasts had never been so happy, and she was shocked to realize her
hands had crept up to help Mulder's along. She felt drunk with power and
arousal, though, and it felt like heaven to guide his hands and mouth right
where she wanted them. Mulder was humming with pleasure, and she hadn't
really even touched him yet. She planned to reward him mightily.
Removing his right hand from her chest, Scully brought it up to her lips and
proceeded to demonstrate exactly how he'd be repaid. He grunted against her
nipple when she licked his index finger, and he moaned when she drew it into
her mouth, and when she blew on it and swirled the tip with her tongue, he
shuddered and bit down just hard enough to draw an 'ow' from her mouth.
"Sorry," he muttered, licking her aureola with soothing swipes, before
abandoning his task to kiss up her chest, nip at her chin, devour her mouth
again. He pulled her back into his lap, grinding against her shamelessly
now, and didn't stop kissing her for a second even when he started talking.
Every third word or so was audible; the rest were lost in Scully's mouth
somewhere, but she got the idea. "Mmm, good ... finger ... Scully ... that
bra thing ... so good..."
She couldn't agree more, but Mulder still had his shirt on, so she left him
to his mumblings while she slid her hands beneath his t-shirt to push it up
and over his head so they could get back to kissing. So much better now,
his skin against hers, his sparse chest hair abrading her tender breasts.
Her mind started working overtime, and she found herself thinking about what
all this meant in the long run. It finally registered that he'd said he'd
skip a step or two 'this time.' Scully shivered, thinking about how many
times there might be. Years and years of times, if Mulder wanted her like
she wanted him ... which was completely. He must, she thought. He knew
what they were doing and where this was going, and no way would he screw
with her by screwing her. He just wouldn't.
Scully let her hands roam over Mulder's bare back, forbidden territory until
tonight, hard and hot and smooth beneath her palms. Shoulder blades, spine,
ribs ... she wanted to know his body so well she could map him, be his own
personal cartographer. She brought her right hand around to his stomach to
trace his ribs with her fingertips, and was surprised to find him squirming.
"You're ticklish?"
"Just a little," he answered. She intuited that he was fibbing and promised
herself she'd soon know all his ticklish spots and torture him. Not
tonight, though. Tonight she had far more sinister plans for him.
She smiled at him. "Are you ready for question four?"
"If it doesn't involve tickling, sure."
"That's up to you," she said, and he looked confused for a moment until she
went on. "Essay question."
He rolled his eyes as if to say she was stealing his idea.
She didn't pay him any mind, and went on. "How do you like to be touched,
Mulder? Feel free to demonstrate -- only you can't touch yourself. You
have to use me."
Mulder swallowed air. "What -- what part of you?" he asked.
"My hands, my mouth ... any parts of me you want. It's up to you."
Mulder looked more shocked than before. "What part of me will you be
touching?"
"Mulder," she sighed. "It's up to you. I don't get it; you had no problems
at all when it was me." She was half-naked and had played with her own
breasts for him, and he was being shy?
"But..." He didn't seem to know what to say.
Scully found herself frustrated. "But what, Mulder? What happened to no
holds barred?"
"But when it was you, you were in control. Here I'd be controlling you."
"So?"
"So what if I do something -- have you do something -- you're not
comfortable with?"
It was ridiculous, but sweet. How someone so hopelessly sexy could be so
insecure, she'd never know. Was he worried about her thinking he was kinky?
She sincerely doubted it. Did he think she was a prude? She hoped not.
"Mulder, c'mere a minute." She pulled him close so she could whisper in his
ear and clear things up for him. "Mulder," she said, "I'm all yours.
Whatever you want me to do, I'll do." She tugged his earlobe with her teeth
before pulling back to find his face flushed.
"Anything?" he asked. She imagined his brain singing hymns of praise.
"Pretty much," she confirmed. "Unless it involves urination or defecation?"
He laughed. "Uh, no."
"Okay, then. Oh, and by the way, this doesn't apply when we're working.
I'm not going to just say, 'Sure, Mulder, it's aliens' if I don't believe
it. This offer only extends to the ... personal side of things."
"Wait," he said. "First I have to ... it's not part of the game, but--"
"You're interrupting the game?"
"When I'm done we can go back to it, if you still want to."
Drama Boy, she thought. "Mulder, what do you want to do? I'm not dressed
for much," she said, looking down at her bare breasts.
"That's okay," he said. "We won't be leaving the couch for this."
Good. Because if she went five more minutes without touching Mulder's cock,
she would certainly die of want.
"So..." she prompted.
"So..." he echoed, taking one of her hands in both of his. "So I want you
to know, Scully, on the personal side of things..." He looked at her as if
he were going to cry. "I want you to know before this game goes any
further, that I love you."
It wasn't a surprise; what surprised Scully was her reaction. She hadn't
known until the words were out of his mouth how much she'd wanted to hear
them. Of course he loved her, and she loved him, but still, those three
little words made her feel like a princess in a fairy tale. It was absurd.
He loves me, he loves me! she screamed in her head, and she launched herself
at him for a big sloppy kiss, which she only halted so she could reciprocate
his sentiment. "I love you, Mulder," she said against his lips. "You
already know I'm in love with you."
She felt like her face might crack from smiling so big, and she'd never seen
so many of Mulder's teeth all at once.
"Yeah, I had some idea when you took off your top." His expression turned
serious. "But that offer you made ... nobody's ever made me an offer like
that." He touched her hair, and she felt tears sliding down her face. It
was like she was washing herself in relieved happiness. Ridiculous bliss.
Mulder was decidedly in control now, she thought. She'd turned to mush.
And she didn't care. She was happy mush.
He leaned in to kiss her on the cheeks, licking off her tears, then he
whispered in her ear as she'd done to him. "Scully, are you ready to play?"
"Very," she answered with a giggle. Ready was an understatement. Her body
and mind were humming with anticipation.
He took her hand as if to shake it, but immediately placed it at the
waistband of his jeans. "Get me out of these pants, Scully."
Scully wasn't usually dense, but she couldn't think clearly and wasn't sure
what he meant.
"You mean you want them all the way off, or do you just want me to take your
cock out?" she asked, and grinned when his eyes widened.
"All the way," he said.
Scully rubbed against his erection with one hand while unbuttoning his jeans
with the other, imagining the friction of the denim on his bare cock. She
wanted to ask him how it felt but stopped herself. This was his game at the
moment and she didn't want to distract him while it was his turn. When
she'd gotten him unbuttoned, he merely raised his ass up so she could pull
the jeans down his legs. Stopping for a moment to pull off his shoes and
socks, she then slid the jeans all the way off and oh my God, naked Mulder
on the couch. She hoped she wasn't drooling.
As she scooted his jeans away with her foot, she couldn't help but stare at
his cock, which seemed to be waving hello to her, straining forward to
introduce itself.
She managed to drag her gaze up to his face again. "What now?" she asked,
waiting for instructions.
"Take off your pants," he said, doing that eyebrow thing. It wasn't nearly
as annoying now that he loved her. "It's only fair," he continued.
"Besides, I might need parts of you that are hidden under there." Again
with the eyebrows.
She dared a comment of her own. "Would you like to take them off for me?"
she asked. "The deal was that you couldn't touch yourself, not that you
couldn't touch me."
His eyes actually twinkled. "Good catch," he said. "Stand up."
She did, and he leaned forward to unbutton and unzip her jeans -- taking a
long time because he was kissing her breasts and stomach -- then he slid his
hands under the waistband to help her shimmy out of them, pushing down her
panties too and following the downward progress with his mouth. God, his
hands were on her bare ass and his face was inches from her crotch. She
tried to ignore the fact that she was dripping wet and he could no doubt
smell her arousal.
Mulder moved an inch closer and she felt his breath on her for a
moment before she was shocked by his tongue, flicking her clitoris like he'd
flicked her breast earlier. I'm going to fall down, she thought, but then
his hands came around her thighs to steady her. She couldn't believe how
good this felt, and she was so glad she'd mentioned the flicking, but it was
too much, too much, she wanted to wait, she had to tell him--
The words rushed out of her mouth --
"Oh-my-God-if-you-keep-doing-that-I'll-come-and-I'll-want-you-to-fuck-me-
right-now, the-game-will-be-over-and-we-won't-have-anything-left-to-look-
forward-to-and-I-want-to-suck-your-cock-first..."
"Scully, fuck!" Mulder pulled away like she'd burned him and for a moment
she thought something horrible had happened.
"Wh-what?" she managed.
"Don't talk like that if you don't want me to come all over your kneecaps,
Scully." He rubbed his smiling face into her belly. His razor stubble was
going to leave marks all over her.
Maybe there really were a few things he didn't know about her, like the fact
that she tended to babble during sex. He'd know soon enough, she supposed.
"Let's ... get back to the game, Mulder. But it's supposed to be me
touching you."
Scully tried not to laugh when she thought about the unbelievable fact that
she and Mulder had managed to admit they loved each other and were now
happily getting naked. It was almost too much to take in. She expected
catastrophe to hit at any moment.
She tried again to focus. "So, are you going to tell me ... what you like?"
"I like you," he muttered against her navel.
"Yeah," she said, touching his cheek. "I like you, too. Now what would you
like me to do to you?"
"Okay," he sighed, as if he was resigned to a terrible fate. "You mentioned
-- um, cocksucking."
She didn't actually remember that, but if Mulder wanted his cock sucked,
then suck his cock she would. Happily. "You'll have to switch positions
with me, Mulder," she said, hesitating only slightly before making her next
suggestion. "Or ... we might be more comfortable in my bed. ...Is it safe to
assume we'll end up there at some point?"
From the beaming smile on his face, she surmised that he welcomed the
opportunity. "God, I hope so."
Scully ran her fingers through his hair and tugged him upward. "Come on."
His cock tickled its way up her thigh as he rose. She led him into her room
and was glad to see she had made the bed before leaving the house.
"Where do you want me, Mulder?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" He looked around the room, confused.
"I mean, do you want me on my knees, or do you want us both on the bed, or
what?" She didn't mind either way, though her knees would probably prefer
the latter.
"Jesus, Scully, you're never this accommodating at work," he remarked.
"Almost every time I get on a plane with you, I'm accommodating you," she
answered. "Do you really want to talk about work, Mulder? Or do you want a
blow job?"
Mulder smiled, and it looked like he was finally getting the idea that this
was really going to happen. "Blow job," he said, and he scooted back on the
bed. "Get up here, Scully," he ordered, pointing at his mouth. "All the
way up."
She crawled up the bed, kneeling between his legs, and his arms went around
her as they kissed. His cock was poking at her, and she had to stop herself
from just easing onto it. Not yet.
"Instructions," she whispered in his ear. "Tell me what you want me to do."
Mulder cleared his throat. "Okay," he said. "Kiss ... down my chest ...
don't forget my nipples. They're, uh, they're sensitive, like yours."
She was already on her way there. He tasted good, warm and salty. She
licked and nipped her way to a nipple, feathering her hands up his sides
like he'd done to her earlier. "No hands," Mulder said.
"None at all?" she asked.
"Maybe later."
He looked at her like he was asking if she was okay with it. "Mulder," she
said, "get over yourself. I told you I'd alert you if you asked me to do
something I didn't want to, and I will ... but I have to say, you never know
what I might be willing to do and it'd be a shame if you missed out on one
of my specialties." She gave him the eyebrow just to show him how annoying
it was.
"I did say I loved you, right?" he asked. "Because if I didn't before, I
would now. Who'd have thought you were so easy?"
"Oh, I'm not easy," she said. "You're just lucky."
"Yes ma'am I am," he grinned.
"So can I get back to kissing you all over now?" Too much talking, she was
thinking. We'll never get to fuck if we don't shut up.
"Go for it," he said. "You don't need to spend as much time on my nipples
as you did on yours, though."
"Okay," she said, leaning down to lick his chest, placing her hands on the
bed on either side of his hips. "You just tell me when it's time to move
on." She swirled her tongue around his left nipple and kept telling herself
to keep her hands off him. She badly wanted to touch him, but she'd obey.
For now.
As she licked across his chest, her breast brushed over Mulder's cock, and
he thrust up involuntarily.
"Shiiiiit," he said, his head knocking against the headboard. "Just ...
don't wait, Scully, just go down on me before I embarrass myself, okay?"
How to phrase this delicately, she wondered? "Do you ... are you going to,
umm..."
"What, what?" His eyes were wild.
Screw delicate, this was no time for delicate. "Are you going to come as
soon as I get my mouth on you, or can you wait 'til we're fucking?" This is
what happens when you fall in love with your partner, she realized. You
know him already and there's no point in playing coy or mincing words, even
if they're words you never thought you'd hear yourself saying.
"So the truth comes out," he said with a laugh. "I, uh ... there is a
slight chance that I might come as soon as you touch me, but I promise I
won't leave you high and dry." He expression turned serious. "If you want
we can skip the blow job and just go straight to making love -- because if
you think all we're gonna do is fuck, you're dead wrong."
"Wait, you..." She found herself frustrated at his misunderstanding her at
this point. "Don't twist it, Mulder, I just wanted -- I never for a second
thought that you'd be selfish. I just wanted to make you happy."
"Jesus, Scully," he said, and he pulled her up his body so he could kiss
her. "If I get any happier I might explode."
Oh, fuck it. "Mulder, go ahead and explode, then, because I plan to make
you very, very happy." She crawled down his body and reminded herself not
to use her hands. Damn, his stomach was hard -- she'd have to do a billion
sit-ups to get abs like that -- when she reached his cock she stopped,
looking up at him. "Mulder?"
"Huh?" He opened his eyes.
"How do you like it?"
"Oh, shit, I'm supposed to be, okay ... um, first just ... lick it,
lubricate it."
"'Kay." She tried not to smile too big as she got her first taste of him,
licking and kissing up his shaft, memorizing each ridge along the way. The
hairs on Mulder's legs tickled her breasts as she moved, but she ignored her
own arousal for the moment, concentrating on getting him nice and wet. His
hips were already squirming. He probably wouldn't last very long, but
Scully didn't mind. She wanted to literally blow him away and please him
like he'd never been pleased before.
She looked up for further instructions to find he'd grabbed onto the
headboard with his hands, presumably to stop himself from pushing her head
down onto him.
"Scu--fuck, just do whatever you want down there, Scully, I have a feeling
you're better at this than me."
"You sure?" she asked. "Can I use my hands?"
"Whatever," he muttered. "Use whatever, as long as you use your mouth too."
Poor Mulder. He was trying so hard to hang on for her.
She didn't think he was going to make it.
She repeated what she'd done to his finger earlier, sucking his cock about
halfway into her mouth, then swirling her tongue around the head as she slid
it nearly all the way out, over and over again. Mulder hissed through his
teeth like he was doing Lamaze up there: 'hee-hee-hee-hee,' and Scully
laughed as she took him a little further in this time -- further than she
was ready for, because he thrust up while she was going down. She quickly
got her mouth off him to lessen the gag reflex, and grabbed his cock in one
hand and his balls in the other, merely holding him while she looked at his
sweaty face.
"Sorry," he said, moving a hand down to stroke her hair.
"'S'okay," she answered. "I'm just a little out of practice."
"Good," he smiled, a little more under control.
"Good?" He was growing impossibly hard in her hand, and she realized how
thick his cock was. Her fingertips didn't come close to meeting her thumb as she
grasped him, and that meant she was going to be deliciously full when he finally
got inside her. Her vaginal muscles contracted at the thought.
"Yeah, I mean, I'm glad you're out of practice, because I'm out of
practice."
She knew the feeling. "I'm glad too," she told him. "I'm glad that you
weren't out there having sex all this time while I've been--" The phrase
'waiting for you' came to mind, but it sounded too pathetic to say out loud;
oh, she hadn't actually been pining away, but she hadn't been dating,
either. "While I've been ... not," was what she finally said.
Mulder laughed. Scully detected a scary gleam in his eye for a split
second, and then found herself struggling for air as he bucked beneath her
and somehow in a flash she was on her back, her head somewhere near the foot
of the bed.
Mulder loomed over her, still laughing. "I think it's time you got caught
up," he said, giving her a quick kiss before shimmying down her body. He
looked up at her from between her legs as he pushed her thighs apart. "I
only got a little taste before," he complained, then his mouth was back on
her, wet and fast and the flicking, ohhh, the flicking was back!
With Mulder's tongue going a mile a minute, Scully's arousal zinged from
mild to spicy in an instant. God, he was fantastic at this, and she had to
let him know. "Mulder-you're-so-good, so good, more, I've-wanted-you-
to-do-this-for-so-long and I thought it'd never happen..."
Mulder moaned against her but she couldn't understand him and she kept right
on talking, shifting into instruction mode: "If you use your finger inside
I'll come," and he moaned again but complied, his tongue now flicking on her
clitoris while he thrust a finger into her.
It felt good, but he was just poking it in and out randomly, it seemed,
while her g-spot was crying from neglect, with relief so close yet so far.
"You've got to..." she started to say, but didn't know exactly how to tell
him what she wanted.
He pulled his face out from between her legs. "Gotta what?" he panted.
She could see now that his hips were in motion as he was eating her. How
could she not love that?
"You've gotta tell me 'come here.'"
"Huh?" He merely massaged her clit now and looked at her like she was
crazy.
"Like this," she explained. "Put your finger in me and then do this." She
crooked her index finger at him. "Like saying 'come here.' You'll hit my
g-spot that way."
"Ahhh," he said, understanding. "Got it." And without further ado he dove
back in with fingers and mouth, and in about two more minutes, after a bit
of 'here?' and 'a little to the left' and 'your left?'/'no, your left' and
'like this?' and 'yeah, but harder,' Scully's world exploded, and a mental
carnival invaded her head, pinwheels and cotton candy and roller coasters
and tie-dye and bright sunlight zinging behind her eyes. She screamed so
loud she scared herself, and when she came down from the orgasm she worried
that her neighbors might call the police and have Mulder charged with a
domestic disturbance.
"Oh my God," she said, putting her hand to her hoarse throat. "I'm gonna
lose my voice."
"God, I hope not," Mulder said, his head now next to hers. "That was sexy
as hell."
Scully sputtered. "Screaming down the house was sexy?"
"No -- well, yes, but I meant the talking," he explained. "The screaming
made me feel like a manly man." He donned a bodybuilding pose with his
biceps. "But the talking ... that is very sexy."
"Yeah, I tend to talk," she admitted. "A lot." Her heart rate was leveling
off, and she wanted to make Mulder feel this way, sated and hoarse and
silly.
Only she didn't think she could move ever again. She felt boneless and
languid, but she had to make Mulder come now. He deserved it and she wanted
to see it.
"C'mere," she said, crooking her finger again. "All the way."
Mulder crawled over her and she pulled his face down to kiss him. "I love
you," she said into his mouth. It felt so nice to say such a thing to him.
"And I think you deserve a lovely thank-you." She reached down to find his
cock. "So what'll it be, Mulder?"
He groaned as she pumped him. "I think ... ahhh, I think I'd like to swing
for the cycle."
"Pardon?" She knew it had something to do with baseball but the meaning
wasn't coming to her.
"I've gotten to first base, second, third..."
"Ahhh," she said. "And now it's time to hit one over the fence?"
"If I get a good pitch, yeah."
Enough with the baseball terms, she thought, but she played along. "Mulder,
I'm pretty much pitching underhand here. I don't think you need to worry
about ... sliding into home." She squeezed his balls for emphasis, just
because she could.
She was surprised he'd lasted this long; he'd been on the edge for what
seemed like ages. Her orgasm made her feel generous. "So Mulder," she
whispered, "where do you want me?"
This time he grinned and didn't miss a beat. "I want you in the bed, and on
the floor, and on the couch, and in that chair," he said as he pointed to
the wingback across the room. "And in the bathtub."
"That's all?" she laughed.
There were going to be plenty of times for them, it seemed, and Scully
wanted those times to start now.
"I'm sure all that can be arranged," she told him. "But on this momentous
occasion, what's it going to be, Mulder?"
"I'm pretty comfortable right here," he said. "You comfortable?"
"I've already screamed the house down, remember? I'm plenty comfortable."
And she was. She didn't care where they made love or in what position, as
long as it was soon, because she wanted Mulder to feel this way.
"Comfortable as in ready?" he asked. He was nearly humping her leg already,
getting into position.
"Very ready." She wiggled beneath him a bit and spread her legs wider, and
before she knew it his cock was pushing at her entrance and she was thinking
it was a good thing she'd had that orgasm and was so lubricated, because her
earlier mental measuring of his cock had been right.
Thick and hot and it felt so good and he was only halfway in. "Okay?"
He was holding back until he knew her small body was okay with his larger
one, but his chivalry was misplaced because all she could think of was that
if this was how amazing half of him felt, she couldn't wait to have all of
him inside her. "Don't stop now," she breathed, words an effort when she
was so aroused. "Come on, Mulder..."
He must have understood because he pushed in all the way, gritting his teeth
as if he were in pain. Scully fought against closing her eyes because
Mulder always got to see all the amazing stuff, and for once she was the one
who got to see it. How could his face look so strained and at the same time
so calm? She understood, though, because she knew the feeling. He hadn't
even taken a stroke, but he pulsed inside her, just a little too big which
made it all the more real, and she remembered a comment Melissa had made
about sex once, which made no sense at the time to Young Virgin Dana, but
which made all the sense in the world at this moment: "Sex should never be
comfortable. Comfortable is boring. Sex shouldn't be boring."
Scully was definitely not bored, and Mulder wasn't even moving yet. This
was probably the best sex of her life so far, and Scully started thinking of
the logistics of bathtub sex and chair sex and sex on the floor...
She was brought back to the present when Mulder finally opened his eyes and
sighed, and she didn't know if she'd ever heard such a happy sound from him
before. "I can't believe this," he said. "Why the hell did we wait so
long?"
She squeezed her vaginal muscles. "I have a feeling you're still waiting,
Mulder. Don't hold back anymore, or you're going to have a heart attack,"
she joked, laughing out loud and relishing the movement of his body in hers
as her diaphragm flexed and contracted with her laughter. Her hands skidded
over his sweaty back and she licked at his neck, savoring the salty taste of
him.
Mulder pulled out nearly all the way and slammed back in, jarring her into
the most intensely pleasurable discomfort she'd ever experienced. Oh, God!
It was like nothing she'd ever imagined. And again and again and again,
like a slow sexy jackhammer, Mulder pounded into her and it was exquisite
pain and her arousal ratcheted upwards exponentially until she couldn't
think about anything but Mulder's eyes and his cock, both boring into her
like drills of fire.
Scully wondered if she'd ever want to have comfortable sex again. But she
was obviously insane with the pleasure, or she wouldn't be thinking that
industrial power tools were sexy.
Her arousal had her insides absolutely humming; that feeling just before
orgasm was the very best part of sex, when she felt drunk, free as wind.
Mulder was grunting, and she found that sexy too, and then realized she was
talking again. And she didn't care if she sounded stupid, because it was
just Mulder and he probably liked it, and besides, it was involuntary and to
purposely keep quiet would be dishonest, and "God, Mulder, you're so
beautiful, I never ... never felt like this, never knew--"
"Never knew -- what?" Mulder grunted out, his cadence quickening a bit.
She wiped some sweat off his brow, trying to formulate a coherent thought
while Mulder was fucking her. "Never knew what I was waiting for," she
pushed out. "I knew it was you but I didn't know it would be so ... God, so
fucking good."
"You didn't..." he sped up, "you didn't think I'd be good?"
"Knew you'd be good," she said as she wrapped her legs around him. "Didn't
know it'd be ... perfect."
"Perfect?" He smiled like he'd won the lottery, and Scully was sure she
had.
"Just..." she said, "perfect inside me."
"Yeah...." Mulder leaned down to give her a quick kiss. "Are you feeling
close to perfect, Scully? I ... don't think I can ... be perfect much
longer."
She could feel the strain in his shoulders, see it in the cords of his neck.
She wasn't going to come again, not in this position, but she didn't care.
It was, as she'd said, perfect.
"Go ahead," she said.
"You sure?" Ever the gentleman.
"Go," she said, almost a shout because he felt so good inside her. "Go,"
she repeated, and he did, and she concentrated on the slick slide of his
cock, out and in and out and in, rough and smooth at once.
She'd never had sex with someone she loved the way she loved Mulder. The
physical act was similar to sex she'd had in the past, but the effect on her
was so much more stunning both physically and mentally than anything she'd
ever experienced. She was literally overwhelmed at how right it all felt
and how easy it had been, and at the strange sensation of happiness that
came over her not at her own orgasm, but at Mulder's -- his thrusts got
sloppy and choppy before he came with a wordless shout, and collapsed on
her.
For a second she thought he'd already fallen asleep, but after a few moments
his lips began moving on her neck. "Mmm, Scully, you taste so good," he
mumbled. "Someday I want to spend hours just licking you."
He moved to slip out of her, and she immediately wanted him back. She held
him and urged his face to hers, and they shared soft kisses and vague
caresses.
"You can lick me anytime," she told him. "Anytime we're not working," she
amended. "I don't think I could handle that..."
"You can handle me anytime," he countered. "Anytime at all."
She laughed. "Who'd have thought you were so easy?"
"I'm not easy. I'm just lucky."
She laughed into his mouth, and remembered something he'd said earlier.
"Mulder, what were the first three things?"
"Hmmm?"
"You said I'd have to ask you ... your fourth favorite thing was getting a
blow job, and what were the first three?"
"Oh..." he said. "I was only guessing about most of it, but ... talking to
you, kissing you, and fucking you."
"I thought it was 'making love,'" she joked.
"Mmm, yeah. I'm not sure of the order, though." He kissed her for about
thirty seconds. "See, that's so good," he said. "But the blow job, that
was almost too good. Plus, I'd have to add your breasts into the top five,
because they're spectacular." He leaned down to lick in between her
breasts. "And I still love talking to you, but we're used to that, and--"
"Mulder."
"Huh?"
"Shhhhh."
"Bossy. Scoot over." He physically moved her until he was snuggled behind
her, one hand reaching around to play with her breasts, reverting back to
the light tickly touches he'd started with. She still felt sweaty and
really could use a shower, but she was so tired and it felt so good to lie
together like this.
"Hey," Mulder whispered. "You still awake?"
"Mmmm, barely," she answered.
"It's my turn," he said.
"Mulder... I'm too tired for the game now. Doesn't making love pretty much
end it?" She brought up his hand to kiss his palm.
"Hey, you got your after-sex question."
"Okay, go ahead. But make it easy, because I'm almost asleep here."
"Scully ... what's for breakfast?"
She laughed and turned her head to see his face. "If you let me get some
sleep, you are," she answered.
It took a moment before his eyes registered that he caught her meaning, and he
silently arranged her back in the comfortable spooning position and wrapped
himself around her again.
"Goodnight, Scully."
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The End
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