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Soft whimpers came from the affected woman as she squirmed on top of her partner’s bed, her hands taking fistfuls of the covers underneath her.
Relief. All she could think of was finding relief.
The bedding smelled like him... The room was warm with soft lighting, he was turned away, speaking to her... His voice was low and worried… she wanted to shove her hand into her panties and feed that ache.
What was happening to her?
Hours after they had solved their case, Dana seemed to come down with some sort of… bug.
It was causing her a horribly distracting sensation – deep within her. She couldn’t figure out where it had come from; perhaps from the sedative she was given, or something in the air… but it didn’t matter. Whatever it had been was strong and overpowering her.
The two went to dinner as a celebration, but as they wrapped up their meal, Scully began to complain about and show her symptoms. A soft but present desperation and an ache for pressure, but she didn't describe where: which was right between her legs, centered in her core.
Additionally, and much more her focus of bringing to Mulder’s attention, a lightheadedness and a persistent nausea, along with a sort of brain fog that made it hard to think about anything but relief.
There was light bickering, or rather a brief debate as there always was, but as Mulder cleared up the bill they settled on the decision for her to come stay with him; out of the hospital but still under careful watch. He was worried about her, deeply, but Scully hated being in hospital beds after all the visits she’s been through – and a part of her knew that painkillers and an IV drip wouldn’t save her.
Only one thing could.
In his apartment, her work partner watched her carefully and concerned, and he sat down on his bed, next to her restless body. Her noises were worrying, yes, but also painfully arousing which was not exactly the situation to be in. Her body writhed against the covers and, shamefully, he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering… If this is what she looked like now, God only knew how wonderful she would look stripped of all clothing and begging for his touch.
His hand met her forehead, checking the temperature. She was warm, yes, but didn’t seem to be sick of the flu. His hand found her cheek and he could sworn he heard a soft gasp. Her cheek pushed against his hand like a needy kitten.
“Scully… are you sure you’re alright?” He asked, stroking her cheek. For a moment, he felt better about his desires when the touch of her cheek reminded him of how he comforted her after her father passed and that, to him, felt very gentlemanly.
Maybe he was stronger than he thought.
Unfortunately, his strength to stay unaroused lasted for him a few seconds at most.
“Mulder…” She mewed, squirming, the woman he frequently knew as proud and firm, seemingly coming undone on his bed. Oh my God. He willed his bulge to stay half soft, at least.
“It’s too hot. It’s.… it’s too hot!” She complained, insisting as she chased the buttons of her shirt. Fox’s eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat the moment he saw her fingers undo the first few clasps.
For only a second he was still, because the next his hands were gently pushing hers aside. He willed himself to believe that this was because he didn’t want her scratching herself with her nails or tearing through what seemed to be an expensive blouse, as he carefully began to unbutton her shirt for her. This action in itself lacked the intimacy that had been pumping his blood, but as his eyes lifted to her…
Her eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown wide. Lips parted, breathing heavily, face completely flushed with pink. Her hands laid next to her, by her head, unmoving. She looked pouty, almost worried.
Worried she won’t get to be fucked, he thought to himself, and barely found it in him to curse that thought away. Logically, he knew that wasn’t true, but God did it look like it!
It didn’t matter, shoving the ideas away wasn’t changing anything. He was a degenerate.
He gently pulled her upright to push her shirt off her shoulders and discard it aside. Her eyes met his, and in that moment, Dana felt hungrier than ever. His body heat led to the growing sensation of her own heat.
She felt as though she was being carefully prepared, and yet neglected. Her body was being readied for what she craved and yet uncaressed. Her illness festered.
Her fingers attacked the holdings of her pants, and Mulder came to her aid once more, carefully pulling them from her legs, down her hips and off her ankles — and that’s when he spotted it.
Her panties, soaked through. White and transparent, her thighs willingly spread apart. She hadn’t even been touched. The ache was unbearable, and she whined, finally giving into her torturous desire. Her fingers covered the wet patch, but not out of a desperation for modesty.
“Scully…” he breathed, watching as her fingers massaged her pussy through the light fabric… right beside him. Her gasps sounded unbelievable, as though she were finding air for the first time after being drowned. This time, his hands couldn’t meet hers.
Her thighs stirred as she slid against her hand and gave soft cries of pleasure, finally finding relief. Her eyes fluttered open and, when meeting his own, she whined longingly, licking her lips and chasing his frame with her eyes. He was strong, but full, and much bigger than her. Just what she needed.
For a moment, he didn’t know if he could move, but he wanted to, badly. His bulge throbbed against the confines of his jeans and boxers, nearly painfully, craving her body; to feel the wet fabric of her panties against the tip of his cock. His hands, trembling, met her cheek once more and her inner thigh.
Feeling his touch against her skin, one hand met the larger one on her thigh. She held it there for a moment, squeezing, before taking his shirt in her hand and tugging on it.
“Take… take it…” She whispered, nearly unable to think clearly, rubbing herself harder through the soft fabric. He took a second to understand what she wanted, but moments later his shirt was tossed aside and his pants, after struggling with his belt, were left on the floor. The moment he sat down, her body chased him, and his body was pressed against the mattress and her legs straddled his hips, looking down at him with the most beautifully needy eyes.
“Jesus, Scully… You’re stunning.” He whispered, just before his breath was taken away by her pussy grinding against his hard cock. Two pieces of fabric separated their skin and yet he had to grab her hips to focus on the world he was in; looking up at her flushed face. He groaned and in return she moaned, harmonizing with his body and breath.
They hadn’t even kissed.
Scully’s hands chased his flesh, one squeezing at his bicep while the other desperately found his chest. Heavy exhales pushed past her lips, soft noises expressing her desire. His body laid frozen underneath her, in the same position she had pushed him down in. An arm wrapped around her waist, almost comfortingly, when she leaned down. Her lips sloppily made soft red stains of kisses against his neck.
“Scully…” He mumbled, placing one hand on her cheek and pulling her back. His other hand on her hip stilled her, and she felt her pussy throb at the display of strength and the neglect of her body. His expression was worried for her, while her own was worried for the lack of touch between them.
“Mulder…” She whined, feeling that urging sensation from her pussy again. Glossy eyes gazed into his, tearful and overwhelmingly aroused. Her body ached to be touched and her mind was becoming foggier every passing moment. Her cheek tucked against his hand and her legs wrapped tighter around his hips.
“Are you sure about this..?” He asked, biting his lip to stop himself from losing control. She gasped and whined, desperately pushing herself down against his cock again.
“Please, Mulder! I need this.” She insisted, holding his face in both hands. She whimpered as her eyes fluttered shut and she slowly found rhythm again – but just as she began, he stopped her again.
His body sat upright, pulling her against him but not making contact with his bulge and her pussy. She whined, shutting her eyes tighter and wrapping her arms around his neck, burying her face into his shoulder. His hand soothed her, rubbing her back and unclasping her bra, soft as to not hurt her. He turned, gently laying her body down, head against the pillows, back against the covers once more.
Her soft mewl of confusion and need won her a soft kiss against her shoulders, one of his hands slipping her bra off and the other spreading her thighs open. She looked up at him, eyes glistening, cheeks read, hair messy and curls wild. He couldn’t help but stop and stare.
“You’re so beautiful…” He exhaled, his hand drifting down from her shoulders to her tummy. His fingers gently caressed down as she breathed, heavy and warm, awaiting his treatment. Her heartbeat felt like it was between her legs. She felt as though all her dreams, all her needs, all her thoughts and feelings consolidated to this moment, and she was waiting to experience it all.
His hands carefully took the waistline of her underwear and pulled it off, not tossing them to the side like he had with every other article of clothing.
He carefully laid them a few inches away.
Again, he returned to the space between her thighs. She let out a soft cry, and he leaned down, arm by her head, to kiss her tears off her face.
“Shhh, Honey…” He lilted, as her arms found their place around his neck. Her body had craved him so badly, but…
Did her mind always yearn so strongly for this?
His lips began at her cheek, but slowly descended down to the side of her lips. Her mouth parted, gasping softly, and his mouth neared her own. Their breath, which had been so erratic and contrasting, so telling to their emotions, blended into one another.
When they finally joined in a kiss, the first thing Mulder found was that it was warm. It was warm and soothing and fun. Dana found that it was real. It was real and safe and felt as though it was bringing her back to Earth from her trip to the stars. His tongue wasn’t demanding, but instead felt as though it represented how his body felt against her own. Passionate, caring and attentive.
He tasted her for the first time and it may as well have been CPR for the two of them. It brought their strange relationship, their inadvertent X-File of a friendship, to a close and a rebirth as something new.
His lips separated from hers and she whispered to him, insistent.
“I need you …” She told him, plain and simple. Her hands drifted down and pushed the waistline of his boxers down, and he wasted no time in sliding them off himself and kicking them away. Their bodies were now fully exposed to each other, and he shuddered.
This was so much better than porn starring ginger women.
His cock rubbed against her clit and there was a gasp, a sheer sound of desperation and desire and the feeling of her unsatisfied need for him being washed away, all in one note. She breathed out his name,
“Fox!”
Oh god. That was it. Just like that, that was perfect.
That’s why no one could ever say it right
It needed to sound like that.
His name, which never could be satisfyingly said, had just struck him where he needed to be soothed
And rid his muscles of an ache that developed from the moment he witnessed her presence in the world.
Not enough words could be written
Not enough instruments could make sound
Not enough fingers could move
To describe what had just happened;
What had been felt.
“I… I need you. I need you. Fuck me, touch me, do anything, please make me orgasm. My body is... is so hot. It's red hot and I’ve never needed anything worse.” She confessed, her hips turning up as an invitation, an insistence. No longer wanting to see her so painfully desperate, and developing a pain of his own, his lips kissed her once more and trailed down her body.
Open mouth kisses dragged down the skin of her neck… her collarbone, her breasts that had previously felt so neglected, all the way down to her tummy and soon her inner thighs. Little bites snuck between the kisses which left marks of suction and teeth. His hands went slower over the spaces he drifted from, caressing her neck, gently teasing her nipples, and massaging her inner thigh.
Every touch, bite and kiss felt like a little release of light. A little piece of her mind given back that allowed her to be conscious of every touch. Mulder’s sheets and pillows smelled so unmistakably like him. It filled her gut with the feeling of satiated longing.
His breath disappeared against her thigh, warming her skin as he kissed closer and closer to her core. His tongue, just as gentle and sweet as it was in her mouth, pressed against her clit and drew soft moans from her throat. He dipped down into her slit and tasted the fruit of her body, groaning against her. Her thighs pressed against the sides of his head, drawing him in closer as she gasped and whimpered, her fingers finding his hair and gently tugging him closer.
His mouth was full of her pussy, still desperate to take more. He tasted her and swore it was like the nectar of a flower, or a fresh, sweet river someplace untouched by humanity that contorted and writhed against his tongue. He had been sucking and pressing his tongue deep inside her so intently that he nearly didn’t notice her thighs shaking and her high-pitched moans, or the sharp sensation in his hair. She squirted against his mouth but he didn’t take it as a sign to stop.
The ripples of her orgasm were accompanied by the slotting of his tongue against her clit, his licks greedily taking her in more and more like a puppy. Her words were unintelligible and her thighs squeezed his head, the overstimulation clouding her mind once more as her vision distorted; momentarily swimming with colors and glittery stars.
As he slowly separated himself from the core of her body, his eyes flickered up to meet hers. She was staring down at him in awe, breathless. Her hand, hesitantly, released her grip on his hair and soothed the space on his scalp with gentle caresses, signaling for him to return to her world.
He crawled back up, gently stroking her waist as he leaned down and they found another rhythmic kiss, this time with the taste of her love and the more conscious movements of her own tongue. She swiped the juice from his chin and sucked the fingertip of her thumb once he pulled away.
Fox barely knew where to look.
Her beautiful lips sucking her own pussy off her fingertip,
the torso and neck he decorated with little bites,
her breasts that were pink and soft and left unattended,
or her thighs and pussy that had just hypnotized him into devouring whatever he had found.
As his gaze darted between her entire body, Scully’s hand found his cock and ran her thumb she had just taken into her lips across the slit of his tip. He sucked in a breath, having almost completely forgotten he was hard, and pushed into her hand. She had only gotten so far before he had gently taken her hand once more, and pushed it away from his hard cock.
She looked at him, wordlessly, into his eyes as his hand led hers to his lips. Mulder kissed the inside of her palm and could have sworn the blush on her cheeks brightened.
His other hand found her pussy again, his body being unable to forget where it was, now that he had gotten a taste of it like a damn search dog. His fingers, gentle against her still over-sensitive pussy, rubbed against her and pulled some of the wetness over his cock. He groaned, eyes fluttering shut and biting his lip. Dana’s eyes had barely left his own ever since he came back up to her.
Her fingers dipped inside, fingering herself despite the extreme sensitivity. It took only a moment for her to become a vocal girl again, moaning as her fingers rubbed against her insides and stared at his cock.
“Mulder…” She moaned his name, eyes fixed on his cock glistening with the juice of her pussy. Her fingers suddenly didn’t feel like enough.
Mulder’s eyes opened once more, nearly becoming lightheaded at the sight of her touching herself – and touching herself to him. That silly excuse for a man. The one who couldn’t go a day without rambling on about subjects that to anyone else would've been ridiculous to listen to but she gave the time of day for.
Or rather, she was touching herself to the sight of his cock being pumped in his hand which was just as hot.
His other hand found her cheek, tilting up her sight to his eyes once more.
“Let me fuck you, baby.” He kissed her lips once more, pulling away to speak against her mouth. “Let me take care of you, let me make you feel even better, please.”
Her fingers were guided away from her vagina once more, and this time into his lips. He sucked her fingers in a representation of complete devotion to her, and she whined.
“Okay…” She whispered, despite the sensitivity of her pussy. She still ached, with the quiet fear that this desire could never be fulfilled. He lined his cock up to her pussy, gently pressing against her.
It was hard, but the length was still impressive to Scully who, in her perspective, had either been with very disappointing men or was now with one that was exceptional in the context of size, but she couldn’t pretend she hadn’t had a hint of it. She was just as perverted in this relationship as he was.
She breathed in, sharply, at his tip pushing into her. She nearly pulled back, but he soothed her by gently rubbing her tummy and squeezing her waist. He whispered against her neck,
“I won’t hurt you. Breathe out, Scully.”
Her stomach fluttered with butterflies. His cock pushed into her and it felt soothing. Like an ailment to her paining desires. She had no idea whether it was the act of their affair, or that it was Fox Mulder who was doing it with her.
His cock slowly pushed the rest of the way into her, drawing a whine from her throat as her thighs squeezed his hips. He kissed her lips, gently, and began rocking slowly inside her. Her oversensitive pussy reacted to every movement, and her whines flowered out like a stream.
“Good girl… so good for me.” He mumbled against her lips, and she moaned into the kiss in response. Her hands found his face and shoulder and she insisted,
“Call me that again, please, oh my God, Mulder.”
“You’re such a good girl… So, so good. You’re doing amazing, baby. You feel so good.” His thrusts began to pick up pace as she squeaked and moaned, her walls squeezing around him. He groaned into her shoulder and softly bit her skin once more; as softly as he could in his hunger.
“I… I want … Oh, God, Mulder!”
“Fox. Fuck, call me Fox, baby.”
“Fox… I want to belong to you.” She confessed, before feeling his tongue deep in her mouth once more. His cock reached the places his mouth previously couldn’t, but he would have given anything to be tongue deep in her pussy again. Her clit throbbed and, as if she had told him, his finger dipped down to her core and methodically matched his rubbing to his thrust.
“Fuck, honey.” He mumbled, groaning at her hand pulling his hair once more. Her moans, which hadn’t ceased since his cock filled her pussy, were soft and angelic. He kissed down her jaw and against her neck. “You do. You do belong to me and… we belong to each other.” He whispered, quite sure she could barely hear him over her moans. He didn’t care. He sort of feared her knowing his love for her, anyway.
“I’ve always belonged to you. You captivated me. You… you are my truth and I fear the thought of you leaving, of finding someone better or… more of a grown man. Someone mature and not stuck.”
Scully whimpered, and took his face into her hands. She pulled him to look at her, and shook her head, whining softly.
“I don’t want that. I don’t want someone else. I want you.” She insisted, stroking his cheeks. Their hips moving against each other creating a rippling sensation in her body and fueling her emotional overflow. “I want your scent … and your name and your thoughts. I want your theories. I want your pain. I want to be the one you trust. I want to find the truth for you and find the truth in you.”
Suddenly, a soft squealing sound escaped her and she pressed her thighs against him, firmly, trembling against his body once more. He held her close, closer and closer, his arms wrapped tightly against her waist as he thrusted into her body. Pressure built up inside him and he felt overwhelmed. His movements became sloppy and quick, replaying her words of confession in his head. His cock pulsated and his spine shivered at the feeling of her fingers stroking his hair, whispering to him,
“Try not to cum for me, baby… Come on Foxy.” She lilted, and he was the one whining this time. Whimpering against her neck and biting at it as the pressure built inside his gut.
“Dana…” He whined, her thrusts meeting him as tears sprung in his eyes. Jesus Christ. This woman could have full control over him and she didn’t even have to ask; only had to speak a few words.
“Not yet. Look at me, Mulder. Not yet.”
His eyes raised to find her gaze, her smiling face. He nearly burned up, died in a warm, crackling pit of ash, just looking at her face. Her fingers dragging his face closer, his lips against hers.
“Tell me you love me, first.” She insisted, stroking his cheek. Her ache had long dissipated, becoming soothed by her … nth orgasm of the night. He shuddered at her touch, into the guided vulnerability she was holding him in. He gasped softly, thrusting into her once more and whining against her lips,
“I love you. I love you, Dana.” He spoke in a broken voice, feeling it nearly impossible to hold back. “Please. Now?” He asked, and she giggled. Giggled, like she was some sort of mad scientist. Her lips kissed his, and finally decided to save him like he saved her.
“Cum for me, baby.” She mumbled, and he did. His hips began grinding into her rather than thrusting, and her legs wrapped around him in a guided path, deep inside her. He moaned into her mouth as he came, finding a soft rhythm against her body until the aftershocks subsided. His body melted on top of hers, her fingers stroking his hair, kissing where she had pulled on it.
There was silence for a few minutes. Not awkward, but peaceful; five minutes of waiting. Five minutes of breathing, stroking each other’s skin, kissing that was meant for comforting; not sex.
And then, a soft inhalation.
Mulder looked up from her warm chest, instantly missing that source of heat.
She wanted to speak. But now, as he looked into her eyes, she felt as though she might not have the strength.
They stared at each other.
Her lips pressed together, then parted once more.
He looked so patient.
…
“Scully?” He asked, touching her cheek. Oh. There it was. That reassurance they would be okay.
Her eyebrows knitted together, and she smiled. The smile was nervous, but there. That was Mulder’s reassurance.
“Did you mean it..?” Her voice sounded smaller than ever. He looked confused, gently pressing into her cheek
“What?”
She frowned, but he shook his head.
“No, no, Dana, really. I mean it. I’m not sure what you mean.” He reassured, taking one of her hands and squeezing it. Her expression became… unreadable. But not hurt.
“I mean… Well, I made you say that you love me.” Realization flashed like a flickering light in his mind, and he quickly lifted himself straighter. His hand pushed a strand of hair that stuck to her forehead behind her ear.
“Oh, Dana…” He whispered, leaning closer to her face. “Of course I did. I wouldn’t have said that if I didn’t, are you kidding?” He mumbled, watching her face shift out of that unreadable expression, and into a softer one. Then, one of embarrassment.
“Oh, Gosh. I can’t believe I acted like that.” She laughed, softly, awkwardly. Mulder grinned.
“Oh, you can’t? I totally can.” His lips found her neck and kissed the bruises he left. She scoffed and rolled her eyes, a smile still evident in her voice.
“No you can’t! When have I ever acted like that?”
“Well, Scully, women only last so long around me. It was only a matter of time…” She smacked the back of his head, and he giggled against her throat.
“You’re … ridiculous, Mulder.” She paused. “Fox.”
More time passed between the two, most significantly in giggles and tears. They cried about repressed emotions and fears and the release of finally getting their love for each other out in the open.
Dana relished in the feeling of Mulder’s hands in her hair, rubbing soap through her scalp and carefully dipping her under the water to rinse it out. He brushed his fingers through her hair, and used conditioner on the ends of her hair once he dragged her back into his chest, as she then rubbed shampoo through his hair.
They talked for hours, whether it was in the bath, in the bathroom as Dana moisturized her body and Fox dried his own, or in bed after they had changed the sheets and were holding each other close – the Muppets playing softly in the background.
“So… you want to be a real couple?” Mulder questioned, for finality details. Dana giggled at how official it sounded, and rolled her eyes.
“Ask me on a date, and we’ll call that our anniversary.” She mumbled, kissing against his throat and feeling its soft vibration under her lips as he spoke.
“Nothing much is changing, is it?” She hummed in response, and kissed down his shoulder, before lifting her head and grinning at him.
“No, not much. You’re still weird and ridiculous. I’m still going to fight you on nearly everything.” She remarked. He smiled and pushed her head back into his shoulder.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way, Scully.”