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“Mmm…” he’s moving down her chin to her sternum, taking the time on the way south to flick her nipple with his tongue, then divert to suck the other in his mouth and release with a quick pop. She catches his eyeroll as he watches her tits bounce softly from the attention and groans as he humps himself against her thigh. “Jesus, you make me hot,” he murmurs and she answers him with a moan.
His tongue continues its journey to the southern hemisphere and it’s only when he’s slipping her panties off with clear intent that she remembers and tightens her grasp in his hair to pull him back north. She’s only moderately ashamed that his hiss of pain is like a direct assault on her clit and her hips pop in response.
“Mulder,” his name, full of mmm’s and uhhh’s and all those sensual syllables that accompany sex. “You can’t.”
He’s set a slow grind on her hips designed to drive her mad and she almost comes on the spot as he traces the whorle of her ear lightly before giving a quick thrust with his tongue and a tug on her lobe. “I can’t?”
“Mmm-mmm… S'that ti-”
“I know.”
They’ve been together like this for three months. Of course he knows. She’s also sure he remembers they’ve fucked before when she was on her period. But he’s never-
That damn tongue again and she groans. They may as well be fucking, their hips grinding and undulating, but he seems intent as he resumes his mission. He slicks a finger down and through her, drawing up a line of lust spun like silk, a hint of rust coloring the wet thatch he draws up her belly. He follows the slick of her with his tongue and she doesn’t think she even has enough time left in the process to actually let him go down. He’s going to kill her right there.
Push her off the ledge.
He settles on top of her belly and opens her mouth and her body to him, his tongue and cock thick and languid within her.
Her taste is headier, she realizes, tinged with iron as it is. Heady and alive.
Her “unnnngh,” in his mouth makes him smile aganist her as they set a in hard, slow tidal roll.
“Fuck,” he whispers, head buried in the crease of her neck. A nip on her collar bone. “You taste that?”
Her aroused huff answers him. Encourages him.
“That’s you Scully. That’s your,” a pounding drive, “fuckin-” pound, “life. That’s ahhh fuck… everything.” He groans again and rests a moment, trying to slow down. Too slow. His stomach presses into hers, trying to slow his breathing.
It’s too slow and she’s too ready so she threads her hand between them, fingers slicking around his cock buried nearly to the hilt, grabbing at their wetness and moving back up to stroke once, twice, and again on her clit and she’s gone around him while he lies prone.
“Fuck, Mulder!”
Her epithet moves him and now he’s off to the races, slamming her through her orgasm as he catches up and tumbles over after her.
They lay… sweat cooling… her hand still trapped between them. As her arm starts to tingle, she goes to re-position, but before she can wipe off her fingers he catches her hand. Runs his tongue between her fingers and sucks her off before sloppily landing his lips back over her own.
She understands then. There is nothing between them. Nothing. And everything.
Every single thought or feeling or shame-inducing notion that might exist is buried right there under his openness.
There is nothing from this man she wouldn’t be willing to take. And nothing she wouldn’t give.
“Get it?” He rumbles as he rolls off her and pulls her atop him.
“Yeah… yeah, I get it.”
They manage to stumble to the shower, together.