Mulder/Scully: end of the world smut; Scully holding/squeezing Mulder’s hand during orgasm. Written for @xfpornbattle’s Sextember 2022. Title taken from the Matt Maltese song, but more specifically the Sarah Cothran cover of it. @today-in-fic
It starts, as they say, with a bang. Or maybe “ends” would be a more apt description.
For a few moments, all Scully is aware of is the thump of her heart, steadily beating its anxious rhythm: Danger. Danger. Danger. She forces her eyes open before they’re ready, flinging her arm to the other side of the bed. Muldermuldermuldermuldermulder her heart thumps, faster as she swipes her hand around on the sheets, looking for his warmth, for his assurance that it’s not happening. This is not happening.
Scully blinks furiously, stumbling out of bed to pull on a pair of sweatpants and a thick woolen shirt, pausing at the door to let her vision clear. “Mulder!?” she calls out, wandering around the house, hoping with everything she has left that she is terribly, terribly mistaken.
She frantically peaks through archways and slams open every door to no avail. Scully desperately jogs around various pieces of furniture to the front door, hastily tugging on boots and a thick winter jacket before exiting the house into the eerily still pre-dawn expanse.
“Mulder!” she cries out, the thick layer of snow from the night before crunching underfoot as she treks across the porch and down the stairs.
Another bang. In its aftermath, she hears an engine start around the side of the house and jogs over, finding Mulder rising from beside the generator, bundled much more securely than she.
“Oh my God,” she breathes, coming up behind him to wrap her arms around him. He startles for a moment but relaxes when he realizes that it’s her.
“Scully.”
“Don’t scare me like that,” Scully pleads, allowing Mulder to unwrap her arms from their grip around his torso so he can turn around.
“I’m sorry,” he says, burying his gloved hands in her tangled auburn tresses. “I got a message from the Gunmen.” No no no no no— “They’re on their way to your mother’s. They’ll take her to their bunker.”
No... “Mulder...”
“Hey, hey, hey...” he whispers, smoothing her hair back as he pulls her into him. “We’ve been preparing. We’ll be okay.”
“How can you say that, Mulder?” she cries, shaking her head against his coat.
“What’s the alternative, Scully? Panicking won’t help.”
“Blind optimism isn’t of use either—”
“Scully—Scully, look at me,” Mulder urges, taking her by the shoulders and bending down to look her in the eyes. “We have a plan. Okay? You and me—we have a plan. The Gunmen and your mom have a plan. Doggett and Reyes are getting William—they have a plan. Even Skinner has a plan. Just believe in me. Okay?”
She nods, sniffling. “Okay.” Five minutes ago, she was sleeping her last restful night in their bed before this great unknown. Oh, God. Thump thump thump. So many things left unfinished—William, their sweet baby son, still lost to them, but hopefully not for long. “Okay.”
***
They spend the day pacing agitatedly, waiting for updates from their friends, frantically switching between embracing and not being able to stand still enough to touch. After hours, Scully forces them to eat a bowl of soup each; each spoonful goes down, but barely.
The relief they both feel when the messages come through, only scant hours apart that evening, that everyone is safe nearly buckles Scully’s knees. “Oh my God,” she intones against his shoulder, his cheek, between his brows, his lips.
It’s warmer inside the house than outside, and blisteringly hot where Mulder’s hands skim the curves of her body beneath her shirt. “Scully,” he says, his well-maintained beard rasping against the sensitive skin beneath her ear. “God, Scully.”
He walks her back to the stairs and she’s tempted to tug him down on top of her right there, but resists. Scully tugs his face away from her neck by his ears, breathless, and palms his cheeks. “Take me to bed, Mulder,” she tells him.
He kisses her heartily, face framed in his tender palms. “Come on.”
He is oh-so tender as he undresses her, and she is the same, but his callouses are still rough against her skin as he drags his hands down to her hips, tugging down her panties as he kneels on the floor. Love me, love me, love me. He kisses the healed bullet wound on her abdomen, a ritual after all these years of loving each other, but it makes her breath catch in her throat nonetheless.
Scully urges him up and tugs him with her onto their well-loved bed, letting her eyes fall closed in bliss as Mulder indulges himself in her breasts. He kisses a circle around each mound, teasing her mercilessly before finally nudging her nipple with the tip of his nose.
“Mulder...” she sighs, exasperated.
He chuckles and promptly sucks her into his mouth, yanking a lengthy sigh of pleasure out of her mouth as she slowly drags her foot up the back of his leg, opening herself up to his gently rocking hips. It is at once the most ordinary sex they’ve ever had—textbook for them, really—and the most ardent lovemaking session to date, even this early in.
Mulder lets her nipple go, leaving her flesh around it reddened from his beard, and swiftly moves to the other, bringing his hand to the nipple left wet with his saliva. He caresses her breasts in concert, one inside his mouth and the other with his hand. Where he sucks the one, he tugs the other; where he nips the one, he pinches the other. Eventually, it becomes too much, and Scully clasps his hand over her breast, flexing her toes as her chest heaves.
He hums and slides his hand free to support himself while he sends the other adventuring down past her hip to caress the inside of her thigh, venturing teasingly close to where her wetness his gathering before tugging her other leg up and over his hips so he can roll his erection against her at a better angle.
“Ahh...” Scully breathes, pushing her head back as his cock slips between her outer lips to rub against her slick inner ones.
Mulder groans, sinfully sexy, and her nipple slips away from him. “Jesus. Scully, you—”
He shakes his head and captures her lips instead, hiking himself further up the bed to do so and taking her legs with him. Scully cries out as his penis strokes against her clit, reflexively gripping his ass as he takes her lips again, grinding against her. She can feel her arousal practically dripping out of her to be spread by his cock, the interaction of their bodies lewd.
Just when she thinks he’ll reposition and slip inside of her, he instead begins his journey down her body, kissing down her chest and abdomen, straight to her pussy. Mulder doesn’t waste any time before roughly spreading her labia and pressing an incongruously tender kiss to her throbbing clit. Scully cards her fingers through his hair, breath stuttering as he teases her with the tip of his tongue.
He abruptly licks her with the flat of his tongue, a cry catching in her throat as she digs her heel into his back. Mulder places his hand on her abdomen, just above her pubic hair, and applies pressure, inserting his middle finger inside her at the same time. Scully meets his hooded gaze and whimpers, letting her head fall back against the pillow as he crooks his finger inside her, deftly stimulating her G-spot and sucking her clit into his mouth.
“Oh, God!” she cries out, gripping his hair in one hand and pressing his face against her by the nape of his neck with the other. “Mulder...”
He slips another finger inside and shifts by the foot of the bed, increasing his pace as Scully feels her orgasm begin to build. Faintly through the walls she can hear the generator running outside, and in the room the lewd shifting of body parts against the sheets and Mulder’s little satisfied noises as if he can’t get enough of her, and the little whimpers she can’t help but emit.
Slow and steady wins the race, she knows. He doesn’t do anything special, he simply follows her directions, pressing more firmly on her abdomen as she begins to roll her hips, encouraging her approaching orgasm. “Mulder,” she gasps.
“Come on, honey,” he mumbles against her clit. “Come on. Come for me.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,” she intones, words devolving into a rich moan as her pussy begins to throb around his fingers.
They quickly disappear to be partly replaced by Mulder’s tongue as he licks her arousal, a man insatiable. Scully lets him linger until he’s satisfied, smoothing her hands across his shoulders and down his arms as he kisses his way back up her body, the first round of kisses like a trail of breadcrumbs. He drops a kiss on each of her stiff nipples before kissing the hollow at the base of her throat.
“Get up here,” she tells him, urging him back up to her lips with her hands on his biceps and a tender smile on her face.
Mulder’s done a good job of distracting her from humanity’s impending doom, but as Scully kisses him, scratching at his scalp in an unconscious effort to sooth herself through him, it all comes flooding back. She lowers her intensity, disconnecting their lips to nuzzle his face and reach between their bodies for his stiff erection.
“Scully,” he rumbles, pulling back enough to make eye contact, his hand coming up to cup her jaw and thumb her plump lower lip.
She teases his slit with the nail of her thumb and he gasps, jerking his hips, and she bites her lip and cocks her eyebrow. Scully never fails to enjoy leading him around by his dick. Mulder shifts his penis away from her hand and takes it in his own, lining them up and nestling the head of his cock in her entrance. They moan in harmony as he thrusts inside her pussy, lips tantalizingly brushing against each other, grinding his pelvis against hers.
Scully wraps her legs around his waist, holding him still to savor the moment; their breaths mingle, and time stills for a moment. “I love you, Mulder,” she tells him, voice barely carrying beyond the two of them.
He tips his forehead against hers, their eyes falling closed. “I love you, too, Scully.” Thus begins their slow unraveling.
Mulder pulls out almost all of the way and thrusts back inside her, making sure to grind against her clit. His wiry chest hair scratches at her breasts as Scully sucks in a sharp breath, his cock dragging along her G-spot with every well-angled thrust. He fucks her with ease after all these years, knows her inside and out, knows what makes her tick, how she loves it when he splays her legs wide with his hips, and how she likes his thrusts to get shallower and shallower the closer she gets to coming.
He gets the balance between dragging his cock against her G-spot from within and grinding his pelvis against her clit just right and she tenses up, brows furrowing as she feels the sensation building within her. Mulder turns his face to the side and rasps his beard along her skin, sucking a hickey just below her ear. Scully lets out a breathy moan, chest heaving against his, and digs her nails into his sacrum.
“Mulder...” she moans, pussy twitching around his cock as she fumbles her other hand beside her head, searching for his hand. “Oh...” Tears gather behind her eyelids, one escaping to streak down the side of her face as he tangles their fingers together. “Oh! Oh!” Her gasps begin to string together, legs twitching and clit pulsing as her cries gather in strength until— “Mulder!” she screams, clutching his hand as she clenches her thighs against his hips, cunt pulsing around his thick cock.
Mulder groans and kisses her, swallowing her moans and whimpers as he continues to drive into her, seeking his own imminent release. “God, you’re so sexy when you come, baby,” he says, reaching down to push her legs up a little further and really drive into her still-throbbing pussy.
“Yeah. Give it to me, Mulder,” she urges him, voice breathy. “I need it.” She purposefully clenches around him. “Come for me.”
He groans heavily and spurts inside of her, burying his dick inside of her on reflex as he nuzzles her face, pressing haphazard kisses everywhere he can reach. “Scully...” he groans, gyrating his hips in a circle to prolong their orgasms until he’s done.
They’re both left panting, damp with sweat, bodies pressed together so intimately that it’s difficult to tell where Scully begins and Mulder ends. She has no desire to disentangle them any time soon as she gently drags her fingers up and down his spine. Eventually, he picks up his head and presses a simple kiss to her chin, smiling sorrowfully down at her.
“This won’t be the end of us.”
“I believe you,” Scully admits, and for once, she’s telling the truth with no qualms or doubts to plague her.
Do you get it?
All that’s left is going on.
You can’t keep creaking like broken staircases, in the dead of night.
You can’t let your heart be a barren war zone;
There is no beauty in destruction.
There is no beauty in being a drunk mess,
who can barely keep themself from
falling to their knees.
I know you love Sunday mornings,
Rich with sunlight,
The wind alive
On your cheeks -
Cherry blushed.
You can taste the air,
As well as you used to taste their lips.
There is no beauty in heartbreak,
So forget about the splintered bones
that hide beneath your armored skin.
Remember that the sun is there,
Remember that your hands are a fortress,
You can build anything you want to,
You can rebuild yourself to greater heights,
You can build your walls as thick as you need them to be.
There is no beauty in the heartache,
the longing for a Sunday with them
But you find yourself alone.
Barren isn’t an adjective anymore,
It is everything you are.
It is cavernous and hungry
and it will be okay
I think,
You will feel alive real soon.
