Inevitable Collision
Rating: E
Summary: Set after The Rain King. Sharing a bed in a tiny motel room means there's nowhere left to hide.
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The whole thing had to be some kind of cosmic joke. If he believed in God, he might think it was divinely orchestrated, some kind of humorous little game at his expense.
It had been a long day of dead-end leads in middle-of-nowhere Arizona, watching Scully get hit on by a creepy county sheriff and convincing himself he wasn’t just as bad when a bead of sweat rolled down her clavicle and disappeared beneath her white v-neck.
The invisible thread that bound them to one another seemed to be getting shorter and shorter these days, the gravity of their connection too strong. He knew, deep down, that at this point it was only a matter of time before they collided, for better or for worse, and the question was simply when.
He thought he might get his answer a few weeks ago when a cow of all things crashed through the roof of his motel room and he was forced to bunk with Scully. Fortunately for his nerves, Scully’s room had a couch and she didn’t put up too much resistance when he insisted he take it, reminding her that he had spent years sleeping on one and was in fact more accustomed to couches than beds.
They slept separately, deeply after such bizarre events, and when they woke the next morning, they continued their familiar dance, never getting too close but never very far away.
Tonight, however, at the lone motel in this tiny desert town, that distance would be forced to shrink even further.
They weren’t expecting to stay the night, thinking it would be a simple, open-and-shut, onto-the-next-case situation but they’d made far less progress than they’d hoped and their next assignment a state over would have to wait.
“You got here just in time!” The receptionist exclaimed after a few taps on her keyboard. “We have one room left.”
“We’ll take it.” Scully replied immediately.
Mulder could tell she was getting antsy, eager to wash off the day. She had been unusually fidgety all day, even jumping at one point when he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. A few times when he’d been speaking to her, her eyes had drifted to his bare forearms below his rolled-up sleeves, completely zoned out. The heat must be bothering her.
“Alright then!” The receptionist beamed. “It is one of our smaller rooms but I’m sure y’all don’t mind getting a little cozy.”
She winked at the two agents and Mulder tensed. How small? He wanted to ask. Please tell me what you mean by small.
As it turned out, ‘small’ was somewhat of an understatement. The bed took up most of the room, which was saying something as it was perhaps the narrowest double Mulder had ever seen. There was hardly any other furniture, just a desk with a rickety old chair tucked under it. Mulder found himself wondering whether he could curl all 6 feet of himself up like a cat and sleep on that instead. Even the bathroom had more floor space than the bedroom and he briefly questioned how offended Scully would be if he said he’d rather sleep on tiles than beside her.
As if reading his mind, Scully appeared beside him.
“Well, there’s no couch this time so I suppose we’d better get comfortable.”
He took a quick glance in the direction of the bathroom. Maybe with enough towels and pillows-
“Mulder, you’re not sleeping on the floor.” She sighed. “We’re both adults.”
He hesitated.
“Ok. If you’re sure. I am quite big.” He joked, trying to distract from his racing heart.
She smiled but he could tell she was a little apprehensive too. He wondered whether it was for the same reasons.
“I’m sure we’ll figure it out.”
After a few hours of hunching over files and photographs on the bed, Scully finally stretched and announced she was going to shower. She collected her things from her bag, Mulder’s eyes trying desperately not to linger on the blue silk she pulled out, and disappeared into the bathroom.
The sound of the shower running lured his thoughts into dangerous territory and he shook his head in an attempt to clear it, returning his focus to the evidence in front of him. It wasn’t the easiest task to concentrate when his mind kept helpfully supplying thoughts like Scully is showering right now, Scully is naked the other side of that wall, Scully is going to put on something silky and then climb into bed with you.
His groin stirred and he fought the urge to press his palm against himself. It was going to be a very long night.
He’d managed to get as far as reading the same sentence four times when he heard something like a gasp come from the bathroom. It was quiet beneath the noise of the water but he could’ve sworn it was there.
He strained to listen but when he heard nothing more, he returned to the page in his lap. Perhaps the water had suddenly run cold and startled her. That was something he’d experienced more than his fair share of during the many nights they’d spent at motels like these. Perhaps he’d simply imagined it.
“Mm!”
A high-pitched noise interrupted his thoughts and he froze. He definitely hadn’t imagined that .
A million scenarios of Scully in danger rushed through his mind. They were on the ground floor, there was a window in the bathroom that an intruder could’ve easily fit through. They were literally in the middle of a murder investigation. Granted, Scully didn’t have the mark that the other victims did before they were taken. Well, not that he knew of. What if she’d seen it now? What if-
“Mulder!”
The sound of his name in a strangled gasp had him leaping off the bed and across the room. Blinded by panic, he pushed open the bathroom door without knocking.
“Scully!” He called to her, glancing frantically around the room. “Are you ok?”
“Mulder!” She squeaked. “What the hell are you doing?!”
“I heard you call my name and I thought you might be in trouble.”
“Oh.” She said quietly, the word almost lost in the rushing water. “I’m fine.”
He wished he could see her face, see for himself that she was ok, but the sight of her was obscured by a grotty shower curtain.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.” She said a little more confidently. “I, um- I saw a spider. It’s gone now.”
Mulder wasn’t entirely convinced by the explanation but something in her voice told him not to pry. He didn’t want to push her, their sleeping arrangements were going to be awkward enough even without the added element of pissing her off.
“Ok. I’ll just… go.” He finished lamely.
Closing the bathroom door behind him, he wandered back over to the bed to finish, well actually start , the file he’d been reading prior to the interruption.
Some time later, he decided to call it a night. They were at a standstill until they could speak to the most recent victim’s mother, who wouldn’t be back in town until the morning.
With a sigh, he scooped up the sprawling mess of papers and dumped them on the desk. He briefly considered tidying up a little, knowing that Scully wouldn’t be too pleased with his filing system, or lack of. Then again, even if he did organize everything into the relevant folders, she’d pull everything out and redo it anyway.
As he stood by the desk, shuffling the papers about so it looked like he’d done something, the bathroom door opened across the room. Holy fuck.
Scully stood there, framed in the dim light, fresh and dewy from her elaborate skincare routine, damp red hair curling around her freckled face, and silky shorts so tiny they must hardly cover her ass. She looked beautiful. Ethereal. And Mulder had to admit Holman had been right. He definitely did gaze at Scully.
“Sorry.” Scully said, her cheeks turning pink beneath his unrelenting gaze. “This is all I packed. I was anticipating it being hot and me being… alone.”
Mulder opened his mouth a few times before finally finding his voice.
“No, that’s ok.” He started. “You just look so… cute.”
“Cute?” Scully raised a brow.
Mulder winced. She was right. Cute is how he’d usually describe a small dog they walked past on the street, not his unnervingly gorgeous partner who he was hopelessly, desperately in love with. However, ‘you look so fucking good I need to go and take care of myself in the shower right this second before I lose my mind and pin you up against the nearest wall’ didn’t quite seem like the appropriate thing to say either.
“I’m just gonna-.” He pointed to the bathroom behind her before hurrying to grab what he needed, brushing past her and closing the door.
Fuck. He hoped he’d been quick enough that she didn’t notice the bulge in his slacks.
He stripped and hopped straight into the shower. He needed to get this out of his system before he got into bed with her otherwise he would definitely end up embarrassing himself or having to sneak out in the middle of the night to jack off into the toilet, which felt too pathetic even for him. Not that the shower was much better.
It didn’t take long. It never did these days. Not when she was so damn close all the time, always speaking so assertively and so intelligently and giving him those smiles, reserved just for him. Once upon a time, he felt guilty whenever she’d pop into his head as he stroked himself. He’d managed to keep the denial going for a while, ignoring his body’s reaction to her, pushing away thoughts of being on top of her, beneath her, behind her. The line he’d drawn in his head had since been crossed though. And now there was no turning back.
He bit into his forearm as he came, muffling the sound of his groan.
Once he was showered and dried, he reached for his change of clothes and was struck with the realization that he too had packed thinking he’d be sleeping alone. All he had was a clean pair of boxers and a Knicks shirt. It would have to do. He hoped Scully had already turned out the lights.
As luck would have it, he opened the door to a dark room, just enough moonlight seeping in through the flimsy drapes to see the shape of Scully’s body beneath the sheet. If the bed looked tiny before, it looked practically miniature now. Scully’s small form was curled as close to the far left edge as possible, yet somehow left very little room for Mulder. Cozy indeed.
He could already feel his heart pounding, his hands shaking as he pulled back the covers and lay down carefully, not wanting to disturb her. He lay on his left side with his back to her, the two of them facing opposite walls. It wasn’t the most effective option space-wise but it felt safer this way, if he couldn’t see her, maybe he could convince himself she wasn’t there.
“Night, Mulder.”
Scully’s quiet voice broke the still air, reminding him she was in fact there.
“Night, Scully.”
Moments passed by in silence. He could feel the warmth of Scully’s body beneath the sheets, faint heat against the backs of his legs.
He didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath until his chest started to feel hot and he exhaled shakily. In and out, Mulder, you’ve been doing this your whole life.
His left shoulder was starting to ache and he reluctantly turned over, coming face-to-face with the back of Scully’s head. The soft scent of her shampoo instantly surrounded him and he fought off a moan, the urge to bury his face in her hair hitting him fiercely.
He shuffled around some more, trying to get comfortable whilst maintaining some kind of distance between them. He didn’t notice when his fingertips brushed against her bare thigh but he did notice her resulting shiver.
“Are you cold?” He whispered.
The temperature had dropped significantly, as it often does in these kinds of places once the sun sets, and there was a definite chill in the air, though Mulder was too hot and flustered to feel it himself.
Scully nodded and before Mulder could process what he was doing, he was moving impossibly closer, his chest flush against her back. His arm circled around her middle, holding her close but not tight. It was almost strange how comfortable it felt, how natural.
“Is this ok?”
His lips were so close to her skin, his hot breath ghosting across the nape of her neck with every exhale.
“Yeah.” She whispered. “It’s ok.”
Her voice was breathy, the tone different than anything he’d heard from her before.
He hugged her tighter in response, the silk of her shirt so smooth beneath his fingertips where his palm rested against her stomach. Unconsciously, he stroked his thumb back and forth over the material.
Scully shuddered suddenly in his arms, her hips wriggling against his. It seemed to happen in slow motion, the flesh of her ass, barely covered, meeting the unavoidable bulge in his underwear. They both froze. Mulder mentally cursed himself and shifted his hips away from her as subtly as he could.
A beat. Scully pushed her hips backwards again but this time it felt deliberate, like she was seeking him out. Mulder bit back a groan when she found her target. He was undeniably hard now. So much for getting it out of his system earlier.
Another press of her ass against him and he gripped her hip firmly, holding her slightly away from him.
“Scully.” He gritted out.
She responded with a barely concealed whimper. The sound shot straight to his groin and the events of the day clicked into place in his mind with startling clarity.
“Scully?” He repeated, more of a question this time.
This was the moment that could change everything. He knew it and he knew she knew it too. They couldn’t pretend any longer. The thread between them was pulled taut, nothing left and nowhere to hide.
He swallowed.
“You didn’t see a spider earlier, did you?”
Scully’s reply was a hesitant whisper.
“No.”
“And you weren’t cold just now, were you?”
“No.”
The weight of the truth she had just revealed in those two simple answers was astronomical. He groaned and pressed his hips harder against her.
“Tell me you want this.”
He needed to hear her say it. To confirm what they both knew, had known for a long time beneath all the fear, all the doubt and denial.
“I want this.” She whispered, quiet but sure, and turned in his arms. “Please.”
The sheer vulnerability and desire in her eyes as they met took his breath away and after six years of waiting, he couldn’t stand to wait a moment longer. He kissed her.
It felt like coming home.
Her lips were soft beneath his own, parting almost immediately to allow him to deepen the kiss, while her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands slipped down to her ass as their tongues met and she moaned loudly into his mouth.
He had imagined their first kiss in so many ways. Everything from a chaste, gentle press of their lips to a frantic, clashing of mouths. This was somehow everything he’d wished for and more. Sensual and fierce, the intensity of it unlike anything he’d ever experienced.
He broke away, much to Scully’s disappointment, although she was quickly placated when he began pressing wet kisses to her neck, trailing his lips from her cheekbone to the surprisingly sensitive spot just beneath her ear.
He rolled her onto her back, legs intertwined with hers as he continued to kiss and nip at her exposed skin. She writhed and gasped beneath him, throwing her head back in invitation and clenching fistfuls of his shirt.
One of his hands slipped beneath her pajama top, the feeling of her bare stomach beneath his fingers making his head spin. In return, her hands slid beneath his t-shirt, nails raking across his back as she ground her center against his thigh.
He kissed her again, tongues meeting hot and heavy. His hand traveled higher until his fingertips were brushing the underside of her breast and he felt her still in anticipation.
“Is this ok?”
She nodded frantically, which made him chuckle and kiss her again. He couldn’t believe she was letting him do this after all these years. Not even just letting him, encouraging him, desperate for him.
He broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against hers and watching the way her eyes rolled shut when his hand spread across her breast and squeezed. He got distracted by her chest for a while, transfixed by the way she licked and bit at her bottom lip when his thumbs flicked across a nipple, the gasp and arch of her back when he gave a particularly hard pinch. She was so deliciously sensitive.
“Mulder.” Scully whined. “Enough teasing.”
“Never enough.” He replied with a grin.
He got the message though, reluctantly removing his hands from her shirt so that he could get to work on the buttons. Scully sat up briefly to help, scrambling to get Mulder’s shirt off too before pulling him back down on top of her with a firm kiss.
Somehow during the readjustment, Mulder had ended up kneeling between Scully’s spread thighs and when their bodies met once more, his clothed cock pressed directly against her center. They both moaned at the contact, Scully bucking her hips to press into him harder.
“Fuck.” Mulder hissed.
He didn’t think he’d ever been this hard in his life and he hadn’t even touched her yet. So much for getting it out of his system earlier, although if he hadn’t done that he might’ve come already just from the friction and the sounds Scully was making.
He drew back to take in the sight of a topless Scully beneath him and yeah, he was suddenly very grateful for his solo time earlier because fuck.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, staring at her almost reverentially.
Sure, he had seen her naked before, but there was always some element of danger drawing his focus and he tried his best to avoid looking anyway, not wanting to disrespect her when she was vulnerable.
No, it had never been like this. This was something entirely different. He drank in the sight, memorizing every freckle, every scar. He wanted to worship her.
Before Scully could respond, he dipped down and flicked his tongue over a taut nipple. She gasped and scraped her nails at the nape of his neck.
“God, Mulder.”
He repeated the action before experimentally sucking, addicted to her sharp inhales and the sting of her nails digging into his skin.
Scully’s hips were grinding against his bare stomach now and he groaned around a mouthful of her when he realized he could feel her wetness through her shorts.
He paused and glanced up at her, her head thrown back against the pillows.
“Are you wearing underwear, Scully?”
She dropped her head down to meet his eyes. She shook her head.
“I only packed thongs.” She said quietly, a coy smile on her lips. “I can’t sleep in a thong.”
“Are you trying to kill me?”
Scully laughed at that, a light and free sound that Mulder adored. He didn’t get to hear it enough. However, her laughter was soon cut short when he dropped his head back to her chest, giving her other breast the same attention.
“Oh .” She breathed.
Mulder’s lips moved across her sternum and then down across her stomach, placing kisses to her skin as he went. She was squirming beneath him in anticipation now and his desperation grew. He needed to taste her more than he could remember needing anything.
He moaned as the smell of her arousal hit him full force, his lips ghosting over her thighs.
“Scully.”
A plea.
“Yeah.” She nodded in immediate understanding, lifting her hips for him to slide off her shorts.
Once her shorts were off, he settled himself between her thighs, coming face to face with her glistening cunt. Holy fuck.
“Scully, you’re so wet.”
She moaned low in her throat, threading her fingers through his hair. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, tugging her hips closer.
This was it. This was the moment he had dreamt about, the moment that plagued his late night thoughts and dominated his fantasies.
He pressed his lips against her clit, inhaling deeply. Scully whimpered and his cock twitched.
At the first stroke of his tongue against her, they both moaned.
“Oh, fuck.”
Scully’s voice was tight, her grip in his hair tighter.
He lapped at her again, spreading wetness up and around her clit. She shifted her legs wider with a moan and he threw himself into his task with even more enthusiasm. No fantasy could’ve done this justice.
As he continued to lick and suck at her clit, her moans became louder and more frequent until they were near constant, interspersed with gasps of ‘fuck’ and ‘Mulder’ and ‘right there’. He had seriously underestimated how vocal Scully would be in bed, he wouldn’t be surprised if they got a noise complaint and he was only just getting started. Her surprising lack of inhibition only turned him on more.
Her hips rocked up over and over again, fucking herself against his face with increasing desperation. She was dripping down his chin and he couldn’t be happier.
Occasionally, he would dip down to her entrance and circle it with his tongue. On one such occasion, she made a strangled sound in her throat and her hips jolted.
“More.” She gasped out. “Mulder, I need-.”
He knew straightaway and let go of one of her thighs to bring his hand between her legs. He pressed his middle finger inside her, looking up between her legs to see her eyes roll back as she released a low, throaty moan. His finger curled against her front wall and he stroked slowly in and out.
“More.”
He obeyed, a second finger joining the first, his tongue returning to her clit.
“God.” Scully groaned. “Feels so good.”
Mulder gradually picked up the pace, paying careful attention to the sounds she made and the rhythm of her hips. He pushed against the back of her thigh with his free hand, opening her up to him even further, and moaned when he felt more wetness coat his fingers in response.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Scully panted. “Don’t stop.”
Her hips rocked in time with his thrusts, taking him as deep as she could. He knew he’d hit the perfect spot when her back arched and her thighs started shaking, her whole body trembling beneath his tongue.
“Oh god.” She gasped. “I’m gonna-.”
That was all the warning Mulder got before her thighs clamped around his head and her walls clamped around his fingers. She practically smothered him with the intensity of her orgasm but god , what a way to go.
He couldn’t believe he was making Scully come. Scully . His only regret was not being able to see her face but the night was still young.
Mulder continued licking and sucking at her gently, slowly bringing her down from her high, until she pulled him away. She dragged him up her body and met his lips with a hungry kiss. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, tasting herself. Fuck, that was hot.
She broke the kiss and sighed contentedly.
“I knew you’d be good at that.”
“Oh, really?”
“Two words, Mulder.” She smirked at him. “Sunflower. Seeds.”
She punctuated her words with two gentle pokes to his ass cheek and he laughed, ducking down to kiss her again. He couldn’t get enough of this woman.
Scully wrapped her legs around him, pressing her pelvis against his as she kissed him languidly. His boxers were the only layer that remained between them.
She pushed at his shoulder, encouraging him to roll over, and straddled him with zero hesitation. He wanted to burn this image into his brain, etch it into his retinas and never look at anything again for the rest of his life. She was completely naked, skin flushed the most beautiful shade of pink, smiling down at him almost shyly as she rocked her hips against him. Her fingers dipped into his waistband and he jerked against her.
“I want to see you.” She said quietly, sliding down his thighs.
His cock was straining against his boxers and the outline of his head was visible under the thin, damp material. Scully ran a finger over his firm length, her nails softly scratching him, and he shuddered.
“Take them off.”
He did as she requested and when she returned to his lap, she was staring down at his cock in awe. Understandable, really. Even Mulder was surprised that a human being could get his hard.
“I knew you must be big but god, Mulder.”
They would definitely be addressing that statement later. She knew ? Presently, however, he was far too occupied to be asking questions as she took him fully in her gentle grasp.
“Is this all for me?”
“Always, Scully.”
She must have heard the seriousness in his tone because she tore her eyes away then, meeting his gaze. Her focus drifted between his face and his crotch and she licked her lips as if deep in thought. When she shuffled further down his legs, he realized exactly what the thought was.
“Scully, I won’t last if you do that.” He warned.
She pouted, stroking her thumb delicately against his tip as if to say ‘are you sure?’.
“Next time.” He promised.
Scully raised an eyebrow before leaning over his torso, kissing his abs, chest, shoulders, neck and finally his cheek. She pulled back to look into his eyes. Their lips were mere millimeters apart.
“There’s going to be a next time?”
Surprisingly, her tone wasn’t teasing. It was a hopeful whisper.
In response, he pulled her down into a passionate kiss, trying to convey just how much she meant to him, how certain he was that there would be a next time if he had anything to do with it.
His fingers tangled in her hair and she gasped as he unintentionally tugged a little harder than necessary. She was rocking against him insistently now, hips slipping further backwards with each movement. Suddenly, his cock was very much against her ass and she whimpered into his mouth.
She lifted her hips and adjusted them so that she was pressing onto him. His cock was now trapped between her cunt and his stomach and when she began to slide along his length, they both moaned. Back and forth, she coated him with her wetness, little noises escaping her mouth as her clit brushed against him.
Mulder thought he might die if he didn’t get to be inside her soon. Luckily, Scully appeared to have a similar thought. Pulling back, she met his eyes once again, wordlessly asking for what they both needed. He nodded.
She raised herself up, slicking her hand over his length a couple more times, and then positioned him at her entrance. He was torn between looking at her face and watching the place where they were finally, finally about to join. He settled for flicking between both.
Scully’s eyes rolled back as she pressed the first inch inside.
“You ok?” Mulder’s voice was strained, hands skating over her sides as he resisted grabbing her hips and shoving inside her.
Scully nodded and they both moaned as she sank down further. She was so fucking warm and wet, walls fluttering around him as she adjusted.
They both watched as the last couple of inches slowly disappeared inside her. When her pelvis met his, she groaned and circled her hips.
“Don’t move.” Scully breathed. “I just want to feel you for a moment.”
He understood. As much as he was desperate to move, the feeling of being completely connected after all this time was indescribable. He’d held out this long, he could control himself for a few more seconds.
Slowly, Scully began to lift herself and sink back down. Her mouth dropped open in pleasure.
“Fuck, Scully.” Mulder murmured. “You’re incredible.”
It was true. If heaven were real, this would be it.
“Move.” She pleaded.
You don’t need to tell me twice, Mulder thought. He held onto her hips and pressed up into her, meeting her thrusts. He could get even deeper with their combined effort. She gasped when they got the angle right and his cock bumped against her g-spot with every stroke.
Gradually, they picked up the pace until they were moving frantically against one another. Scully braced her hands against his chest.
“Oh fuck.” She gasped.
Her breasts were bouncing on her chest as he pounded into her over and over again. His fingers dug into her hips so hard there’d likely be bruises in the morning but she didn’t seem to mind, in fact the quiet moan in the back of her throat every time he tightened his grip indicated that she might actually be enjoying the rough treatment. He filed that little piece of information away for later.
She was panting now, slamming her hips down against his to meet his every thrust even as her thighs began to tremble. She moaned loudly at a particularly hard thrust and collapsed forward, her face buried in his neck.
Mulder’s hands slipped to her ass and squeezed as he encouraged her to rock against him. Her movements were getting sloppy though and she whimpered and mouthed at his skin.
“Fuck me.” She moaned. “Please, Mulder.”
He understood immediately and flipped them. Scully whined as he slipped out of her but he didn’t keep her waiting long, thrusting back inside of her as soon as they were in position.
Scully cried out and arched up into him. Her legs came up to wrap around his waist and her nails dug into his shoulders, needing something to cling onto.
“You feel so fucking good.” Mulder groaned.
He wasn’t going to last much longer. Scully had grown wetter and wetter and the lewd sounds of their fucking were pushing him closer to the edge.
“Tell me what you were thinking about earlier. In the shower.”
He didn’t know where that had come from but he suddenly had to know.
“Mulderrrr.” Scully whined, clearly not in the mood for talking.
“Tell me.” He insisted.
“Fuck.”
Scully groaned and turned to press her face into his arm.
“Were you thinking about this?” He asked, although he knew what her answer would be.
She nodded.
“Do you always think about us when you touch yourself?”
His words were heavy with exertion, the two of them covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
“Yes.” She gasped.
“Show me.”
Scully moaned. One of her hands instantly fell from his back, slipping between their bodies.
Her moans increased tenfold when her fingers met her clit, her eyes flying open to meet his.
“Feel good?”
The way her hips writhed against him said it all.
“Kiss me.” She pleaded.
He did so without question, their mouths meeting clumsily. When her whimpers and gasps began to increase in pitch, he knew the end was in sight. He could feel her hand moving frantically against herself, her knuckles brushing against his skin.
“So close.” She whispered.
So was he. She was tightening around him and it took all of his strength to keep going. He would not come before her.
“Oh my god, oh my god.” She chanted and then suddenly she was tensing, her walls spasming around him. “Fuck!”
Mulder dropped his head to her shoulder, thrusting into her once, twice more before he was coming along with her, moaning her name into her skin.
Jesus Christ.
He kissed Scully’s shoulder and then her forehead before reluctantly pulling away and slipping out of her. She winced and he whispered an apology. He lay down beside her, their chests heaving in unison.
He stretched an arm out, making a space for Scully, who took the hint and rolled into his side, palm resting against his chest. He brushed his lips against the top of her head.
“We’re pretty good at that.”
“Mm.” She responded tiredly. “We should’ve done it sooner.”
He wondered if she knew how long he’d been waiting. How long he’d been wanting. He wondered if she knew he was in love with her.
“I can hear you thinking.” She murmured.
“Just wondering how we’ll explain the extra charge for noise disturbance on our expense report.”
She smacked a palm against his chest.
“What?!”
She giggled at his mock surprise, honest-to-god giggled . Post-coital Scully was adorable.
“I love you.” She said suddenly. His heart stopped. “In case you were wondering.”
She turned to look up at him and he saw the truth right there in her eyes. He wasn’t the only one who had been waiting and wanting.
“I love you too.” He said. “More than you’ll ever know.”
“I know, Mulder.”
The thread between them snapped.