Lights, Camera, Orgasm (5/5)
Chapter 5: A F*ck to Remember
by @peacenik0 and @observeroftheuniverse
Chapter 1: Tied up in Hollywood
Chapter 2: A Tale of Two Orgasms
Chapter 3: Four Orgasms and a Climax
Chapter 4: On the Cumming Edge
Chapter 5: A F*ck to Remember
That night, Scully lies awake in her motel room with Brady’s words laying heavy on her mind and heart. Her mind keeps circling back to the way Mulder looked at her that night in the warehouse. She vividly remembers desire and reverence in his expression. Then, there was the smell of his sweat, and the way his body felt against hers. She couldn’t get it out of her head - sleeping or awake. Can she really go the rest of her life without feeling his cock inside of her again?
As she restlessly repositions in bed, her ears pick up the tell-tale strains of synthesizer music from Mulder’s room next door. Is that what she thinks it is? Moans and breathy sighs confirm her suspicion. So much for Mulder never watching porn again.
The knowledge of what he is watching, let alone what he might be doing while watching, sends a fresh batch of images through her brain. Her own pornographic highlight reel of moments from their time in the warehouse, coupled with her dreams from the past several months, comes to life behind her eyelids. She squeezes her thighs together to tamp down the surge of desire as her mind continues to turn. She thinks again of Mulder lying next door. Lonely and aroused. What if…
I for one, don’t want to have any regrets, do you?
No, she doesn’t. And in this moment there is only one regret she can ever imagine herself having.
Before she can talk herself out of it, she stands and moves towards the adjoining room door. She raises her hand to knock, pausing to almost think better of it before rapping her knuckles softly against the wood. The porn music quickly stops, and after a moment of shuffling inside, the door creaks open halfway to reveal Mulder from the waist up.
“Everything okay?” he asks, voice a little gruff. He is not wearing a shirt; Scully’s eyes are immediately drawn to his toned chest. “Scully?”
She drags her eyes up to his face. His cheeks are flushed, eyes dark and predatory. Scully’s breath catches in her throat. What is she even doing?
“Yes… I mean… no… ” Her skin feels hot under his eyes, calling to the heat in her. A bolt of bravery hits her, and she pushes the door the rest of the way open to reveal Mulder’s lower half. He’s in the same grey sweatpants they wore the night they watched Candy’s video together, the crotch tented just as impressively as back then. She wants to reach out and touch him, take him in her hands and explore until she coaxes from him the same sounds he made that night in the warehouse.
“Jesus, Scully, what–?!” Mulder springs back from the doorway, hands flying to cover his groin. Subtle, she thinks.
She steps across the threshold into his room. Out of the corner of her eye she spots the television lit up in its entertainment center. She recognizes the scene right without needing to turn and properly look: it’s the same Cherry Li video they watched the night before encountering Reddington. She has interrupted at the point where Jimmy is going down on Candy on his desk. The tape is paused at a close-up of Candy, her face frozen in a perpetual ecstasy.
“You're watching the tape…”
"Yeah. Well, the edited version. The original went back to Brady.” Mulder looks at her sheepishly, “Is that why you’re here? Was it too loud? I can turn it down."
"No. I came over because I…I…” She forces herself to blurt it out before she can stop herself, “Mulder, I can’t stop thinking about that night we were together. I can’t…I want you, Mulder.”
Read the rest on AO3 below.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/85463131/chapters/228268601
Tagging @today-in-fic @msrpusher, @baronessblixen, @spookyshipperfics , @thursdayinspace @tammymadness, @eddiemunsonssidehoe123
Thanks again to @cecilysass for the beta, and @jaquescully for the encouragement.
