Rated X / 1390 words / Posted on AO3
“Oh god, I’m gonna come again.”
He grunts, gripping her hips and pushing his half-spent cock back inside in an attempt to draw it out. She rides wave after wave, her legs reduced to jello and her hips aching from her splayed knees-to-chest position.
Finally, he slips out and she collapses onto the bed, panting and beyond sated. The vibrator buzzes rudely, unrelenting in its task, and she fumbles to switch it off with uncoordinated fingers. Mulder flops down on the bed beside her, the whites of his teeth shining in the low light.
“Holy shit,” he says, a smile in his voice and his hand on her hip. “I didn’t know you could do that.”
She drags herself up off the mattress and slumps towards him, her cheek landing on his sweat-damp chest. He collects her with strong, steady arms and drapes her body over half of his.
“Neither did I,” she admits, and the hand that was brushing broad circles over her back stills momentarily.
“Really?” he asks, equally disbelieving and hopeful. “You don’t have to stroke my ego, Scully.”
“I would never,” she replies, smiling with heavy, dopamine soaked eyelids. “I’m serious, that’s never happened before.”
There is a long pause in which the rush of hormones begins to pull her steadily towards sleep.
“Holy shit,” he says again, and that’s the last thing she hears before she drifts off.
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