Scully called out Mulder's name as she grabbed his head, another orgasm crashing through her in waves. Jesus, she needed a chance to catch her breath.
He made good on his promise to her, bringing her to orgasm as she cried out and her legs shook. He stayed, kneeling on the floor, keeping her at the brink, before he began again, his name flowing from her lips like the arousal from her body.
She could not take anymore. She pushed his head away, begging him to stop before falling back on the bed. God. She did not know it was possible to come so many times, and so easily. Never had she done so before. She felt so relaxed, happy, and weightless.
He laid down next to her and kissed her body while she breathed his name and licked her lips. He kissed her arms, hands, stomach, hips, shoulders, neck and then her mouth.
He worshiped her mouth and ran his hands up and down her body. He elicited chills everywhere he touched. As if his fingers were a magnet and its mate was under her skin, begging to go and find the one it had been calling out for. Why had they waited so long to touch each other this way?
She shivered and he pulled back from her.
"Are you cold?" he asked, his eyes full of concern.
"Not a chance of that," she laughed, stroking his face.
He smiled and her heart pounded. He kissed her again and began to crawl over her. She opened her legs, allowing him better access. He did not seem to be in a hurry and she was thankful for it. She wanted him, but she still needed a minute.
Mulder," she sighed as she brought her arms around him and ran her nails down his back. "I.. Mulder, that was... god..it was so-"
"Wet?" he offered with a smirk, his erection rubbing across her stomach.
She threw her head back and laughed and he joined in, as he kissed her neck. That was one way to describe it. She chuckled once more and then raised her head as he pulled back from her neck and her laughter caught in her throat. He was looking at her with such intensity, it made her heart race.
She felt again that magnetic pull, as his eyes bore into hers. As if time stopped and all that mattered was them. If they lost nine minutes again, she would not care. As long as he was with her like this when they did. Heavy, solid, and hard.
"Mulder," she whispered.
"I know," he whispered back.
He slid into her and they both cried out. Slowly he began stroking in and out. She moaned and gripped him by his shoulders. She dug her fingers into his skin as he set a quicker rhythm.
He looked at her and he shook his head. "I'm sorry. This is going to be fast. I.." he started to slow down, but she pushed her ankles into his ass.
"Mulder, it's okay. Don't slow down, keep going," she said, smiling at him.
"You're not.." he said, shaking his head.
"Mulder," she breathed. "Go, it's okay."
He continued his thrusts, her meeting him, loving the way he loved her. His worry that it would be too fast, made her stomach flip. He had spent so much time loving her, making her happy, and he was worried it would not be enough now. God, she loved him.
With a cry, he thrust a couple more times, emptying himself inside her. He laid his head on hers as he came down and tried to catch his breath.
She murmured into his ear as she stroked his hair, his head falling into her neck. She did not reach her climax with him. She did not think she would. She still felt a bit shaky from earlier, but also so happy.
"I'm sorry," he said in her neck.
"You have nothing to apologize for, Mulder," she said holding him tight.
He raised his head and looked at her. She watched him search her face. She smiled and held his gaze.
"But, you didn't.." he said, almost guiltily.
"Mulder, you just spent longer than anyone has ever, seeing to my pleasure. My god, you have nothing to apologize for," she said as she held his face in her hands.
He kept staring before he nodded and kissed her. He laid back down, nestling in her neck, breathing deeply. She closed her eyes and held him, loving the weight of his body on hers.
She woke up a couple hours later. They had shifted a bit, but he still held her in his arms. She was on her side, her face in his neck, his scent all around her. This was how she wanted to wake up forever.
A small part of her was terrified at how quickly this happened. They had been together for seven years. Seven years of a partnership based on trust and friendship. They had not been chasing a relationship such as this one. Now, a week off work, and they had gone from partners to lovers.
She felt so confused, again. Jesus, she needed to think. She pulled away from him and got out of bed. He rolled over, but did not wake. She watched him for a few minutes before getting up and heading into the bathroom.
She took another shower, thinking about what they needed to discuss, worrying he would be angry with her when he heard what she had to say. She grabbed some clothes and got dressed. She glanced at him, still sleeping, before heading back into the bathroom.
She woke him a little bit later. She sat on the bed and touched his chest, feeling his heartbeat and his lungs filling with air. He was so beautiful and he was here. In her bed. Naked in her bed.
Jesus, it had taken so long to reach this point, she thought shaking her head. He had to share her worries. He would understand what she needed to say. Right?
He stirred and looked at her, taking a deep breath. She erased the worry from her face, keeping her expression neutral.
"Hey," he said, reaching for her hand on his chest, his eyes closed. He opened them again and looked at her. "You're dressed. Makeup and hair done. What's going on, Scully?"
He pulled her wrist and she fell onto him. He had closed his eyes again. He held her against his chest, a hand on her head, the other over hers across his stomach. They lay there quietly for a minute. He kissed her head and took a deep breath.
"I think we should go out. Get some lunch," she said, snuggling into his side, nervous and not wanting him to see.
"Hmm, yeah we never got around to eating those muffins did we?" he asked, stroking her hair.
She cringed thinking of her mother's words, and then sat up, forcing him to open his eyes. She looked at him and smiled.
"Okay," he said, rubbing his face. "I'll get up."
He sat up and then slid off the bed. She was treated to a nice view of his ass as he headed to the bathroom and she smiled again. It really was a nice ass.
A bit later, they were seated outside at a nearby restaurant. They were both reading their menus, deciding what sounded good.
She looked at him as he rolled his lip between his fingers. He always did that when he was focused on something. It drove her crazy with desire before and now, she wanted to climb in his lap and bite it, knowing he would welcome it.
Get a hold of yourself, Dana. Stop looking at his mouth. But then he licked his lips and she wanted to feel that tongue on her body. Jesus. She needed to talk to him.
Thankfully the waiter arrived and took their orders, saving her from doing something indecent. He walked away and she glanced at Mulder. He smiled at her and she took a deep breath.
"So you obviously have something you want to tell me. Bringing me out in public, getting me dressed. Don't want to risk anything happening," he said with a smile, before she could speak.
She sighed and looked down. She shook her head and looked up at him again.
"It's not that, Mulder. I just.."
"Scully," he said reaching for her hand. He linked their fingers together and leaned forward. "I know. We.. we took a big jump forward. A huge fucking daredevil canyon leap. Our time off ends tomorrow and you're confused about where we stand. I get it. I do."
"Mulder, it's not just those feelings, it's a lot of others as well," she said holding his hand and closing her eyes for a second. "For a week we've been together almost every day. We've had times where we were together for months at a time. But this week..it was different."
"I'll say it was different," he said waggling his eyebrows. She sighed and he squeezed her fingers. "Those months you refer to Scully, were usually in a quarantine situation. Shots, medicine, check-ups, breathing treatments, blood draws. Definitely not as romance inducing as some may imagine," he said and she smiled slightly.
"Scully, at the time, in those quarantine close quarters, if we had stepped toward anything like the past few days, I would have been terrified," he said
She laughed quietly, but there were tears in her eyes. He sat closer and stroked her cheek.
"It doesn't mean I would have stopped you," he said, both of them laughing. "I just would have been scared. Scared of what would happen, how we would move forward, and how it would affect our partnership."
She pulled back from him and shook her head. She took a deep breath and looked in his eyes.
"That's how I feel right now. I.. I don't want this to stop, but I'm scared. I don't want it to change us. To have you think I can't handle my job because we've been intimate. Let me finish," she said, seeing him ready to say something. "I don't.. I don't want you thinking I can't handle something because you're worried about me. Or you stop arguing with me because you want to stay on my good side so we have sex later. I don't want that. I want us to be us still. I'm just worried it won't happen if we are thinking about remaining happy to get something from the other later. That's not us, Mulder."
He sighed and squeezed her hand. He sat for a minute and she felt her heart pounding harder the longer he took to answer her concerns.
"Scully," he began, his eyes on the table. "Regardless of if we are sleeping together or not, I worry about you and your safety. That has always been the case."
He pulled his hand from hers and shifted his chair closer to her. He turned his body sideways and took both of her hands in his own and looked at her.
"Before we journeyed down this road, I thought of what it would be like to be with you. To kiss you," he said, his face serious. "I didn't know then and I still worried about you, all the time. I know you can handle yourself with anything, Scully. I know you can. That's not going to change now that I know what it's like to kiss you. To know how your lips feel on mine. The scent of your skin.."
"Mulder," she said warningly, even as her heart rate increased.
"How you taste. What sounds you make when you're about to come. The ones you make when you do come, because they're different you know.."
"Mulder!" she said through her teeth as she felt herself grow wet at his words.
"How you feel around me. How I feel when I'm inside you. How it feels to empty myself inside your body. The way your breasts feel in my hands. The taste of your skin as I lick you.."
"MULDER!" she shouted, desire coursing through her body, glad they were the only people in the area. The restraint it took to not climb in his lap, was astronomical.
"I'm just saying, Scully," he said, sitting back and rearranging his chair as if he had not just been openly discussing being inside her. "I wondered all that before. It's always been there. Now that I know, I will still worry, but not any differently than before."
He stared at her, calm as could be, while she felt she needed a cold shower. Maybe he was going to be able to do this and she would fail. She was about to continue their conversation, when the waiter arrived with their food.
Mulder thanked him and started eating. He looked up at her and winked. The absolute audacity of his cheek. She wanted to slap him. Then climb on him and kiss the air out of his lungs. Bastard.
They ate their meal and then he suggested taking a walk. He grabbed her hand, not caring if anyone they knew saw them. She kept a tight grip on his fingers. Things were still left unsaid. How they would proceed forward, still hanging in the balance.
He stopped them by a bench and they sat down. She smiled. Benches, rocks, forest floors, that was where they seemed to have the most in depth conversations. Well, time to add another bench to the list.
"Mulder," she began, keeping her eyes on the ground. "I'd like to.. continue this.. this journey. I think we just need to take it slow."
He chuckled and put his arm around the back of the bench. He looked at her as she looked up at him.
"Seven years wasn't slow enough?" he teased her.
She smiled, looking at her hands in her lap. "It's not like we were pursuing each other for seven years."
"Speak for yourself," he muttered, turning his head to the side.
"Mulder," she said looking at him, fixing him with a look.
He smiled, looking back at her. They stared at each other and then she looked away.
"The work comes first," she said quietly. "That can't change. We have both worked too hard to be where we are and do what we do, to risk it all. No matter if the sex is great."
"Great?" he asked her, surprise on his face. "It's fucking fantastic. And I think you would agree."
She brought her hand to her face and rested her elbow on her knee. She moved her thumb under her chin, her index finger by her ear. She stared at him and smiled slowly. She nodded and he grinned.
She sat up, brushed her hands down her thighs and clasped her hands together. "We need to establish boundaries though, Mulder. Maybe.. think of.."
"Scully," he said, moving his arm and leaning forward and clasping his hands together. "Seven years, we've worked together. Days, nights, weekends, holidays. I know you better than anyone I've ever known in my life. You are.. you are more important than anything to me. If you want to go slow or set boundaries, I'm in. Whatever you want. If you wanted to stop this, to go back…"
"No, I don't want that, Mulder," she said fiercely.
"So, we go slow. Can't be any different than it has been. Aside from the sex, of course," he said with a chuckle. "Slow though..what does that entail exactly? I can't see us, what "dating"? I don't even think I know how to do that," he said, looking uncomfortable.
She laughed and put her head on his shoulder. He moved again, his arm across the back of the bench and she put her head back down on his shoulder.
"Do I show up with flowers? Or presents to win you over?" he asked teasingly and she laughed. "I mean I'd do that if it's what you wanted, but…that's not really you, Scully. You buck the norm. You're not like any woman I've ever known."
"Known lots of women have you?" she asked him, jokingly.
"The wrong ones, it seems," he answered.
"Wow. Laying it on pretty thick, don't you think?" she asked, and he laughed.
After a couple minutes of silence, she sat up and looked at him.
"If you're looking for ways to my heart," she said with a smile and a wink. "I like chocolate, candles, bubble bath, and ice cream. I enjoy watching movies with you, arguing theories, discussing scientific discoveries, and of course, pointing out when you're wrong."
"Dark chocolate. Vanilla scented candles-because other smells are too heavy for the house. Jasmine and rose bubble bath-if the rose scent isn't too "rosy". Vanilla and sometimes eucalyptus oils if you don't want bubbles. Butter pecan ice cream," he said, ticking them off on his fingers.
"And I'm very rarely wrong," he added smiling at her, his eyes twinkling.
She stared at him. She felt her heart beating not with blood, but love. Love was pounding from her heart to the rest of her body and back again.
"How do you know all that?" she whispered.
He smiled and pushed her hair behind her ear. "Same way I know you prefer dressing on the side of your salad, you like red wine, you sleep on the right side of the bed, you prefer butter to syrup on your pancakes, you can eat the crap out of a plate of ribs, you can also look at the stomach contents of a corpse and decide that what they last ate, sounds good to you."
He held her face in his hands. "I know you, Scully. I know the ways to your heart. It doesn't involve gifts. It's through trust, patience, attention and caring. Gifts you cannot tangibly accept, but that carry more weight than chocolate. Even dark chocolate," he said quietly, smiling at her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, and then did what she wanted to do, and climbed in his lap. She straddled him and kissed him deeper. She ran her tongue across his as his stroked back. She kissed his lips, cheeks, ears, jaw and back to his lips.
His hands on her hips pushed her into his groin and they both groaned. He did it again and she yelped.
"What.. what was that you said earlier about boundaries?" he asked as they rested their heads together.
"Starting tomorrow. Take me home. We go back to the slow burn tomorrow. With occasional full scale fires in between," she said, climbing off his lap and pulling him to his feet.
He laughed and kissed her again, before they walked quickly to the car. One more night together before the real world came knocking.
Scully woke up to her alarm blaring. She reached over and shut it off, groaning as she opened her eyes to see the time. 5:45. Ugh, it was so early. When did she even set her alarm?
Mulder. He must have set it.
She rolled over and found him gone. The pillow still held the shape of his head and the blankets were tousled. She missed him already.
They had come back and made love slowly. Taking their time to learn each other's bodies better. Promises had been made with their kisses. Strokes of the fingers had created plans for future touches. Gasps and soft cries had shouted out their love. Grasps and squeezes had sung out their need for more. Always more. Breaths and heartbeats created a language only they two would ever be able to decipher.
They had discussed plans on how they would go forward with this once they were back at work. Behave as normal at the office, where everyone assumed they were sleeping together anyway. Night's were theirs to do what they wanted. On the road they could be a little less rigid, but not overly obvious. Still have two hotel rooms, even if only one was used. Keep up appearances and come to the other, if that was desired. They had drifted off to sleep holding each other.
Scully sighed, knowing she did not want to get up and face the real world. Staying in the memory of this week, sounded wonderful. Maybe she would ask Mulder if there was ever a case where a person lived in the same day over and over. Sounded crazy, but so did most of the stuff they investigated.
She stretched and grabbed his pillow. Yeah, it was his now. She could not think of it as anything else. She held it and thought of him, wishing he was there. She put the pillow back and felt something between it and the pillow underneath.
She sat up and looked. It was a notecard with papers taped to it. The fortunes from the cookies from the other night, she realized, as she recognized hers. She read it again.
"Your journey will reward you with the answers you seek."
Just as she felt before, she thought of their work. How it seemed like a sign, if she believed in those, that they needed to focus on that aspect. That it was where their future lay.
Then she saw Mulder's and she smiled.
"You will follow your path to what your heart desires."
Under it he had written a note.
"My journey for so long has been to find the truth. I may never find all the answers I seek, but I know what my heart desires."
She smiled. She shook her head, pulled off the covers, and got out of bed. She put the note with the other he left her a few days ago. She looked at them both and thought of the week. It had started with heartbreak, but ended with her heart beginning to mend.
Maybe she would never have a child. That was out of her hands now. But she did have a partner who loved her and would do anything to make her happy. If she had the rest of her life to spend with the person who held the other half of her heart, that would do.
That would be enough.