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Scully wanted to climb onto that hospital bed with him. She wanted to hold him, feel his heart beating in his chest and his body rising and falling with each steady breath he took. She didn't want to just hear his life through the electronics of the medical equipment, she wanted to hear and feel it for herself, through her own hands.
But the gunmen were waiting for her outside in the hospital corridor and Mulder was so pumped full of drugs he was declaring his love for her, so she knew better than to let her foolish heart fall for such mundane promises.
His hand tapped her hip again as he waited so eagerly for her response and her hands tightened on the bed rail because she knew if she let go too soon she was in real danger of holding his face instead and kissing him. Not one of those quick and relief flooded kisses like the one she gave Skinner in the elevator when he handed her the coordinates on that slip of paper that helped save Mulder’s life, no, this kiss would be soft, slow, and full promises she’d made to him from the very first case they worked together. She would taste his tongue, feel the strong muscle move in her mouth, dream of it moving against other parts of her body and she’d know, she’d know what he felt, what she felt, what they both felt was real, and powerful, and all theirs.
She looked at his face and watched his eyes widen with every second that passed without her response to his declaration and she slowly blinked then muttered “oh brother,” before she turned away and walked out. She didn't want to see what was on his face at those words. She didn't want to see anything that would make it harder for her to get away while her heart was still intact.
Frohike walked up to her when she emerged from Mulder’s room and took her arm as if she needed help walking to the car. The three of them talked animatedly about what they had seen as they climbed into the minivan and drove out of the car park towards the motel they had booked. Scully didn't utter a word, preferring instead to preserve her thoughts on Mulder. The next morning, they picked Mulder up as he was discharged and drove directly to the airport. It was a short flight back to DC where they finally parted ways and finally Scully had Mulder alone in her car on the way to his apartment.
“What time is the meeting with Kirsch?” he asked.
“Tomorrow morning, 8am.”
“I’m surprised he gave us that grace period.”
“I told him our flight was tonight,” she said with a half smirk.
“You lied?”
“I obfuscated.”
“But you didn't inveigle or deceive?”
Scully smiled and glanced at him then pulled her eyes back to the road and steered the car in the direction of his place. She parked and killed the engine then climbed out and hurried around to his side. He tried to brush her hands away but she gripped his hand and wrapped an arm around his middle to keep walking with him and he liked it so much he stopped protesting.
In his apartment she got him settled on the couch then grabbed a glass of water and handed him the dose from his prescription bottle.
“It's not going to make me loopy is it?” he asked as he eyed the pills suspiciously.
“No,” she said with a soft laugh. “A very low muscle relaxant to help blood flow, and arnica for the bruising.”
Mulder took the pills with a large gulp of water then lay back on the couch and sighed. He rolled his head to look at her and felt the dull ache in his jaw that he knew was from her left hook. Or rather, other Scully’s left hook and wondered if he kissed her now if she would swing at him again. She didn't seem to react as he had hoped when he told her how he felt last night, but she thought he was too drugged up to know what he was saying. He wasn't though. He knew exactly what he was saying.
“Scully,” he said and his hand moved across the couch to tap her thigh in the same motion he touched her hip the day before.
She looked at his hand then up to his face and smiled with open eyes. “Hmm?”
“I love you.”
Her eyes flared with something, heat, or surprise, maybe something he couldn't identify but then she looked away and shook her head with a soft laugh.
“Thanks, Mulder, I love you too,” she said in that same exasperated tone she used when she was letting him get his theory out before she shot him down with whatever report or analysis she had studied.
“No, Scully,” he said and he moved his hand from the side of her thigh to the top, letting his fingers curl into the depth between her legs on the soft worn denim she was wearing. He pulled her leg a little closer and leaned in to catch her eyes then held them for a moment and nodded his head. “I love you.”
He watched her smile falter, her brow dip and her eyes flicked back and forth between his as she tried to decipher that which was so plainly spoken and he let a smile curl his lips to encourage her to take what he was saying at face value, to feel it, understand it, know it. She blinked bright misty eyes then her hand lifted to the side of his face and her thumb caressed his cheek.
“I love you,” he said again and nodded in her palm as he turned his head and kissed her hand, willing her to believe him.
“You love me,” she whispered.
His hand moved deeper between her legs and pulled her a little closer as he leaned up and moved their heads together then rested his forehead on hers.
“You love me,” she said again and he nodded his head before he tipped his chin forward, presenting his lips to hers but waiting for her to offer consent in the form of her kiss.
It took a moment, a breath longer than he thought he could take, before she moved her head and brushed her lips against his. It was a kiss that shot through him and cinched around his heart in exactly the way he knew it would. She already owned him, owned his heart, this was her claim in its rightful place and he felt whole.
When she opened her mouth and the tip of his tongue brushed against hers, Scully felt her blood fizz up with excitement and she couldn't help the moan of relief that rumbled in her chest. She felt Mulder about to pull back to look at her but she chased him, pushed him onto the couch and straddled his lap to deepen the kiss in every way she knew how. His hands immediately went to her hips as his fingers curled around to her ass and she rocked into his lap with another throaty moan.
He sat up and pressed their bodies together, one hand moved up her spine to grab her neck and the other grabbed her ass to keep her in place as he swiped his tongue into her mouth. She loved the feeling of being surrounded by him and wrapped her arms around his neck to keep kissing him, as if there was any chance he was going to pull away.
She could feel his hard cock beneath the sweats he was wearing and her pussy clenched to be filled by him. She wanted to touch him, feel him move in her hand, her mouth, her pussy. She wanted to pull him apart bit by bit and have him howling at the moon for her to release his pleasure and feel it ripple through him with every gasp and moan she earned from his mouth.
But right now, there was an urgency, a need to resolve a riddle she had been thinking about for almost six years, how would they fit together?
She put her hands on his shoulders and slid off his lap and he moaned in frustration at the loss of her touch until he saw her reach for the fastening on her jeans. His breath caught in his throat and he nearly choked when he saw her thumbs hook into the side and push the denim, and a quick flash of mint green panties down her legs. When she straightened and gripped the bottom of the cotton tee she was wearing he leaned forward to get a closer look though she was standing between his legs less then an arms length away.
Her tee and bra were dropped to the floor behind her and she stood before him, completely naked and all thought evaporated from his brain as every fizzy drop of blood filled his cock.
She reached for the back of his tee and he helped her take it off him and tossed it aside then tugged the thighs of his sweats. Mulder lifted his ass and pushed his sweats down then toed off his sneakers and wriggled his feet free. He reached for her legs and she didn't hesitate in straddling him again but Mulder held her up for a moment more as he cupped one breast and licked her nipple into his mouth where he sucked and bit on it for a few tantalising seconds.
She rolled her body in pleasure and pressed her breast into his mouth then gripped a fistful of his hair and pulled his head to her other breast to offer it the same attention. With his lips around her nipple and his hands massaging her breasts, she reached between them and gripped his leaking cock. Mulder grunted against her breast and bit down a little harder, making her squeeze the head of his cock.
“Fuck,” he cursed as he dropped his head back on the couch and his hips jerked his cock into her hand.
Scully chuckled triumphantly and widened her knees against the couch to lower her body onto his. She dragged the head of his cock through her sopping folds to gather as much moisture as possible before she pressed him to her entrance and took him in.
He made some noises she had never heard from him and she held her position, the head of his cock half inside her then waited for his eyes to flutter open. As soon as he found her she cracked a powerful smile then widened her legs fully and impaled herself on him. Mulder cried out and his hands flew to her hips to hold her in place. She could tell he was in real danger of coming and almost wanted him to explode inside her right now. She knew they would have another chance, and would relish the power of holding him inside her pussy as his cock throbbed its release deep inside her the second he got there for the first time.
Impressively though, he managed to hold out. She could see a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead and the top of his chest and watched his jaw work as he pushed everything aside to hold on for her, then she rocked her hips back and forth and his eyes flew open in surprise.
“Scully,” he said and she watched his eyes rake down her body to where they were joined. His hand moved to touch her there, rubbed his thumb against her clit then moved his other hand to her breast and pinched her nipple. “Ride me.”
His command ripped through her and she tipped her head back to bask in his touch and the way he made her feel so full then used her strong runner's legs to lift her body and fall back onto his cock. She set a punishing pace, with one hand gripping the back of the couch and the other reaching back to hold his knee she twisted herself into the perfect angle for his cock to brush her in all the best places.
Pleasure bloomed through her body and the telltale pulses of desire tightened in her core like a coiled spring ready to snap.
“Mulder,” she moaned then leaned forward and jerked her hips, hungry to find her release with his dick as deep as possible.
“Yes, Scully,” he praised her, making her preen with a high keening sound.
She was losing her rhythm though as her muscles turned to jelly with shudders that ripped across her pussy, priming her release for a record breaking orgasm.
“Let me,” he said and his hands moved around the back of her thighs to hold her up then he lifted his hip and pounded into her. She cried out with relief and dropped her head onto his shoulder as he held her in position and pistoned in and out with a fervour he knew was always lurking below the surface of his obsession for her.
She tipped her head to the side and her mouth opened against his neck as her body stopped trying to hold out. Her pussy tightened and rippled around his cock pulling his pleasure out of him as she moaned and wailed against his neck before she fell atop of him panting heavily.
His hands moved to her ass then up her back to her shoulders. He rubbed her skin then grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over them both, though he continued to touch and caress every inch of her skin he could reach.
She lifted her head from his shoulder and kissed the soft skin behind his ear before she whispered “I love you,” softly and kissed him again.
Mulder’s arms tightened around her and he tipped them to the side, keeping the blanket with them as they moved and held her as close as he could. His softening dick was still inside her and he wanted to keep it there. He rubbed one hand down her back to her ass to tug her into place and be sure that happened, and the other brushed her hair out of her face so he could see her eyes.
The bright blue he saw there was dimmed only by the smile on her lips and he couldn't help but return it.
“You love me?” he whispered, a soft question that wasn't really a question.
She nodded her head and her smile softened into something warm that made his heart trip. He curled her hair behind her ear and smiled back.
“Oh, brother,” he said and she laughed as she kissed him, her mouth still curved up, her mirth still pouring out of her.
Mulder wrapped his arms around her and rolled onto his back so she draped over him and he was never more happy than he was in this exact moment.
The End.