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“I’m telling you,” Scully says, her voice tight, “There is absolutely no connection there. I’ve just read about it yesterday.”
He runs his hands up her thighs to feel her muscles trembling, a look of intense concentration on her face. He loves her on top, loves seeing her lose control. “One magazine article will hardly give you all the facts.” He gasps as she clenches around him. “I’ve… I’ve…” Her relentless rhythm is making it hard to form words. “I’ve put a file together…”
“I have enough facts to know that those cases cannot be related.” Her nails are scratching the soft skin of his chest and he hopes she’ll leave marks. His fingers find her clit and she gasps, hips jerking forward. “Oh God.”
He can tell she’s getting close and he’s so close himself, his whole body vibrating with the need for release. “Can’t you… see the similarities?” he pants.
She groans through heavy breaths. “Can’t you… see… the differences?”
Right now, all he can really see is the crease between her brows, the way her body tenses as she rides him into the mattress. God, he won’t be able to hold back much longer. “Scully,” he manages to get out. “Whether it was time travel or some sort of… dimensional rift, or—”
“Fuck, I can’t… I can’t…” She slows, squeezes her eyes shut, then stills on top of him. “Okay.” She’s fighting for air, her voice frustrated, mournful. “That’s it. Enough.”
He blinks up at her. “What? Scully—”
She shakes her head firmly, mouth set into a tight line. “Hold on, I have the article here somewhere.” Her breath shudders as she carefully lifts her her hips until he slips out of her and she climbs off of him with a regretful sigh.
He gives her an incredulous look. “You can’t be serious.”
She looks at him, face flushed and pupils blown. “I’m right, and I’ll prove it to you.”
She’s getting off the bed. She’s actually getting out of bed and going to find that damned article. He watches after her as she walks out of the bedroom. She’s not even bothering to put on his discarded shirt as she usually does after sex. But then, this isn’t exactly after sex. Not even a little. His mind is scrabbling for words. He doesn’t have any. Almost on autopilot, he wraps a hand around himself to ease the throbbing in his cock. He’s so hard it hurts and she’s leaving him here seconds away from orgasm. “Scully!” he calls out desperately.
“I’ll be right back.”
He lets his head fall back with a groan and strokes himself slowly, contemplating finishing without her—it wouldn’t take much. But somehow, that would feel like letting her win.
It takes her close to two minutes to return. He keeps an eye on her alarm clock. His body is slowly calming, the sharpness of his need receding, but he wants her, he wants her. He needs her. He can’t stop reaching for himself, craving her tight, wet heat around him...
When she finally comes back, still gloriously naked and beautiful, she waves a magazine at him with a triumphant look in her eyes. His neglected cock twitches at the sight. She’s so unbelievably sexy when she’s arguing with him.
“I found it.”
“Good for you,” he says. “Can we please finish this first?”
She climbs back onto the bed and straddles his legs, and he wants to sigh in relief. He lets out a whine instead when she simply settles onto his thighs and starts leafing through the pages.
“Ah.” She smiles. “Here it is.”
“Scully, please.” He puts his hands on her hips, trying to tug her forward, closer to where he needs her. “You’re right. There are no similarities. I was wrong. There is absolutely no connection. Now please, please let’s get back to the matter at hand?”
She shuffles forward and places the open magazine on his bare chest, bracing her hands on his shoulders and lifting up so he can position himself at her entrance. Her eyes are still scanning the page even as she lets him direct her where he wants her. She licks her lips, and he can’t take it anymore.
He thrusts up into her and she gasps, her mouth falling open, as she sinks down the rest of the way, taking him all the way inside.
“Oh.” She rolls against him with a pleased little moan, her eyes closed.
“Yes,” he says on an exhale, his breath picking up. She’s so wet for him. So hot. This isn’t gonna take long. “Fuck, you feel so—”
“Anyway,” she interrupts him, opening her eyes, her gaze fixing on the article on his chest again. “It says right here that those bones were—Ah.”
He takes firm hold of her hips and sets a firm, steady rhythm. “You were saying?”
“I—” She grinds down against him, adjusting her angle until he hits just the right spot. “Fuck, Mulder.”
“That’s the idea.”
“I was just saying…” She stills her movements once again and taps a finger against the magazine. “Those bones they found in Austria were around 5,000 years old.”
“So?” He brings a hand up to cup her breast, to tease her nipple with his thumb, pleased to get a shuddering gasp out of her. “I don’t see how that matters.”
“The ones they… Oh, god, oh god yes, Mulder…” She moans, one hand gripping his shoulder hard enough to bruise. “The ones they… the ones… they… found a few months ago were no older a couple hundred years.”
“Yes, but the circumstances of their deaths—”
“Are unclear.” She fixes him with a stare, hips rocking forward in small motions, but still she picks up the fucking magazine to hold that article close to his face. As if he’s capable of deciphering written language with his aching cock buried deep inside her body. “And those… Oh… two or three hundred year old… bones… Oh, yes… compared to an almost perfectly preserved corpse from the Copper Age—”
“Okay, off,” he tells her, lifting her up and off him. She looks confused, but goes with it when he shoves the magazine aside and flips her over.
“Oh,” she says, “Okay. Yeah.” She gets on her hands and knees and looks at him over her shoulder. “Like this?”
“Fuck, yes.” He rams himself into her from behind in one smooth move, a relieved groan ripping from his throat.
“God, that’s good,” she groans, and he agrees. It’s amazing. “We’re not…” She lets out a whine as he hits a good spot and pushes back into him. “We’re… God. Fuck. Oh, god, right there...” She is breathing hard, head thrown back. “We’re not done talking about this.”
“What is there to talk about?” He thrusts into her in long, hard strokes the way he knows she likes. “You know I’m right.”
“I know that… that… both those guys were… shot in the shoulder with arrows. I… know that they were… they were... Oh, Mulder.” She clenches hard around him, her voice strained. “I know they were frozen until they were found.” She pulls that stupid magazine closer and points to something he has no interest in reading right now. “There’s… there’s… Fuck… no evidence of—”
“Oh god, please!” He wants her to stop talking, he wants her to let this go, and he wants her to go on forever. Shit, she’s so fucking hot like this. He dreamed of bending her over and fucking her senseless so many times when she argued with him. And now he can. She’s infuriating. She’s amazing. She will not let this go. He’s frustrated beyond belief and it’s actually making him harder, if that’s even possible. “There are clear ritualistic indications—”
She moans. “No, there aren’t!”
He whines and drops his head, one hand finding her breast and squeezing hard. “For fuck’s sake, Scully…”
“Name one ritual that—Oh god, oh… Mulder…”
He isn’t gentle, he needs to come so badly, he needs her orgasm even more. “I’m right about this,” he growls at her. “And I’ll prove it.”
“You… I…” She whimpers and slides a hand between her legs, but he stops her and replaces her fingers with his own.
“I’ll prove it,” he says again, his fingers on her clit. He’s seconds away from bursting. And he’s going to take her with him. Maybe he cannot win this fight, but he can make her come so hard she’ll forget her own name. He’s definitely about to forget his.
“I’m…” One of her hands lands on the magazine, the page crinkling as she curls her fingers against it. “I’m gonna show you… I’m…” She tenses, her back arching. “Fuck, Mulder, I’m gonna come.”
“Yes,” he growls. “Come for me.”
And she does, with the most beautiful cry, her body shaking with the force of it until her arms give out and she drops onto her elbows.
He fucks her through it, and she takes it. She takes it, she lets him fuck her as hard as he can, until the only word she has left is his name. She’s loud, screaming his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear, and he keeps going. He keeps going until she’s done, her body going limp before he lets go.
His orgasm almost rips him apart, a spike of hot pleasure so intense he can’t breathe. She clenches hard around him because she knows he likes it as he spills into her and he thinks he’s screaming too, but he can’t be sure. All he hears is the rushing of blood in his ears as his body finally finds its much-needed release inside the smartest, most beautiful, most stubborn woman he has ever met in his life.
No one has ever made him come by disagreeing with him. She’s changing all the rules and he hopes she’ll never stop.
When the world flickers back into focus, he’s on his back with a magazine page stuck to his arm and Scully half draped over him, her heart hammering against his chest.
“Holy shit,” he says.
“Yeah.” She laughs softly. “That was…”
“Good.”
“Pretty spectacular.”
“Yeah.”
“And I still don’t see why an arrow to the shoulder should be any indication of—”
“Scully! Seriously?”
“What?” she runs her nails gently down his chest, making him shiver.
“You’re not done?”
“Oh, I’m not,” she says, her voice amused and still hungry. “I’m never done with you. You’ll have to work hard before we’re finished here.”
“Are we still talking about the dead guys in the ice?”
“The winner gets to be on top.”
He has never turned down a challenge like this and he’s not going to start now. “It’s not just the arrow!” He’d throw up his hands in frustration if he didn’t need both his arms to hold her close. “Look at the positioning of the bodies. The—”
“There was nothing special about that! Besides, the Austrian guy probably didn’t even die from the arrow but from exposure.”
“So the ritual went wrong. That doesn’t mean—”
“Mulder, you can’t honestly believe…” She breaks off, lifting her head to look down at him. “Are we honestly arguing about this?”
He laughs. “We can stop. It’s pretty obvious that I’m right and you’re wrong.”
“Hmm.” She gently runs a hand through his hair. “You got that the wrong way around, I think.”
“Well, there’s one fact I do know for sure though.”
“What’s that?”
He smiles up at her. “I love you.”
“Oh.” She smiles back at him. “Yeah. I like this fact. And I love you too.”
“And I’m still correct about this.”
“You have no evidence to back that up.”
“I have the same facts you do!”
“Exactly.”
“So that means we—” He doesn’t get further than that. She shuts him up with a kiss, and he’s more than fine with that.
He can prove his point to her later. And if she wants to be on top, he’s okay with that too.