Would love to see what you do with a scene where Mulder is going down on Scully for the first time. With him, Scully holds so much trust she can actually relax enough to be multi-orgasmic with a partner. 🖤 I love how you depict their bliss.
Maybe a little more dialogue-heavy that perhaps you were looking for? But I’m in my feelings tonight. Lol
Gotta give credit where it’s due — Skinfull wrote an absolutely delicious smut fic that largely inspired me to write this, so I suggest you check it out their latest work “Monday”.
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“Ohh wow…” She lets out a long exhale as her muscles slowly relax and her back settles again onto the couch cushions. She feels lightheaded, little sparkles flickering in her vision as she descends from a height she frankly wasn’t expecting to ascend to so quickly.
She should have suspected, given the handful of times they’ve had sex since that pivotal evening a week ago, that Mulder would be just as talented with his mouth as he is with his hands, body and—a smile flickers at the corner of her mouth—cock. Hell, the way he kisses should have been a clue.
“Good?”
He peers up from between her parted thighs, his chin dark with stubble and slick with her arousal. She nods with what she’s sure is a dopey smile on her face.
“Mmhmm,” she sighs happily, still coasting on the gentle flow of dopamine and oxytocin. Her fluttering eyelids chance a quick peek at the digital blue clock sitting on Mulder’s desk. Three minutes. The sonuvagun made her come in three minutes. She almost makes a joke to him about losing time but he starts to press warm, wet kisses over her mons again and she begins to slip back towards the path of delicious, needy oblivion.
* * *
As her heartbeat slows from her second orgasm (a pleasant surprise, she will admit) she has to chuckle to herself, almost embarrassed by her sensitive responses. The way her body is reacting almost effortlessly is far from typical for her.
“Mulder,” she combs her fingers through his thick, damp hair, “You’ve more than proven your worth. Come up here.” He shakes his head playfully, his expression open and eager. Her heart clenches.
“Scully,” he counters, dragging the tip of his nose in the velvety valley between thigh and groin, “You don’t understand. I could do this for hours.”
“You don’t have to,” she insists, even as she feels the faded pulses of her last orgasm in her pelvis.
“God, but I want to,” he moans, “I can’t get enough of you…”
* * *
By the third one she has begun to believe in miracles. He’s cuddling her as she lays motionless atop his naked torso. The sensation of his fingers gripping her hips as he’d held her steady over his face still ghosts across her skin. She has never felt so boneless, spent, and sated in her life.
“Mull’r…” is all she can blearily murmur against his chest. Her voice is raspy. He’s running his palms up and down her bare back and it feels so good she wants to cry.
“That was nice,” he nestles his face into her jaw, planting little nibbles on her throat. She’s always loved having her neck kissed and she’s so glad he’s recognized it this early into their intimacy.
“Nice?” She grumbles, and she’d give him a look if she was capable of moving even a single muscle. He hums in assent.
“Believe me, you weren’t sitting in the front row,” she can hear the self-satisfied grin in his tone, “That was very nice.”
“Absolutely spectacular is what I would have said,” She quips. That’s good, she can string a sentence together now. And Mulder deserves the praise; not a single man prior to him has ever made her come three times in thirty minutes. It has never been this easy for her, so natural and comfortable that by the time she realized she was going to come he had already deliciously coaxed her over the edge.
“Absolutely deserved is my response.” God, his hands feels so good. She wants to make a little home right on the divot of his sternum, “I…like being with you like this a helluva lot, Scully.”
Something about the way he murmurs her name in this context fills her belly with a warm glow. She’s fairly certain she knows what that glow signifies and the words she wants to confess bubble dangerously close to the surface. They’ll keep for now. She feels safe in the knowledge that he almost certainly wants to confess them, too.
