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iv. Car Sex.

You shut your eyes, stuff your face against her chest, and try to focus on not coming too soon. But Jesus, it was difficult; the feeling of her sliding up and down, engulfing you in her wet heat only to lift off and let the cold air hit your skin. Three times you’ve threatened to blow so far and there was one rule: Do not come before her.

It was an unspoken rule but one you understood instantly. Scully was irritable today, snapping at you over the most menial things. A lot of pent up energy with nowhere to direct itself other than at you so why not let some of that out?

The sex was your idea and she hadn’t hesitated to drag you into the backseat of your car and ride out that energy in a forgotten parking lot.

So here you are now, trying not to come.

You feel a fourth lurch and grip her hips.

“Scully…” you warn but she cuts you off.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Mulder,” she says through gritted teeth and you don’t dare. Instead you try to focus on other things like how soft her skin feels beneath your face.

You move your lips downwards, kissing and nibbling your way around her tit, pulling the skin between your teeth and biting gently. She moans and you keep at it. Your end goal if very simple- get her to come and then you can come.

You continue your path around her flesh, getting closer and closer to the middle. You run your teeth over her nipple and she shudders above you, movement stalling momentarily. You pull the bud into your mouth and suck hard, fingers slipping between bodies and finding her clit. One bite and three circles later and she is coming, clenching around you hard, nails digging into your shoulders.

A fifth and final lurch and you’re coming too, finally, spilling into her as your body shakes.

Eyes still closed, your lay back against the headrest, breathing heavily. When you open them again, you meet her.

“Better?” you ask.

She smiles at you, tension-free.

“Much,” she answers. “Thank you.”

She climbs off you and starts to get redressed. You follow suit, stretching your aching knees.

Day 2: Dry Humping.

The movie had ended ages ago, she was supposed to leave ages ago yet instead Scully finds herself laid back on the couch, limbs all tangled, a tongue down her throat and its owner laying on top of her.

She wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.

Mulder was hard. She could feel it even through the many layers of clothing. Even she was feeling the effects of their make-out session and the way he was grinding so perfectly against her centre.

Oh it would be so easy to slip the clothing that separates them down, for him to slide into her. To actually have sex felt like too much of a commitment, too big a step forward, she wanted it to be more than just a quick rut on the couch- as pathetic as that sounded. Besides this- the way he moves slowly against her core- to change this all of a sudden might mean they’ll both wake up and stop.

“Will you stay tonight?” he asks, his lips against hers. He asks her this every Friday. They’ll be no funny business, he sometimes adds. I’ll even sleep on the couch. And each time she has an excuse. I have to finish that report, or, My mother’s coming round. She was telling him the truth each time but none of those things stopped her from staying over necessarily.

“Yes,” she answers taking the chance. And maybe it was because enough time has passed, maybe it was the fact that they were responsible, mature adults who could spend the night simply existing next to each other. Or maybe it was the way he was grinding on her, the pressure and feeling making her brain all fuzzy that influences her answer.

“Oh my god,” he whispers in awe. His hands yank at her hips, pulling her even closer. Scully yelps which turns into a sigh and then a moan as he presses himself even harder against her. There was no ignoring what they were doing now, no pretending that they were simply kissing.

It happens all of a sudden. She feels the pressure building before she explodes, softly, almost like snowfall or very light rain. Her body stiffens and she clutches him a little closer, hanging on.

She just came, she thinks.

Mulder has also stiffened in her arms. This wasn’t supposed to happen, she was supposed to leave.

A hot redness creeps over her cheeks and neck.

“Um…” she says, lost for what to say, sitting up. Mulder moves automatically. She chances a look at his face and it seems to be one of shock.

“I’m sorry,” she says, feeling a sudden need to get out of here. With enough space cleared, she is able to stand and she begins heading towards his front door. “I’ll- I’ll see you on Monday.”

“Scully—”

Day 8: Praise Kink.

A groan falls from Mulder’s lips.

“Fuck, Scully…” he says, gripping her by her ankle to yank her more forward on his dick. Scully lets out a yelp that turns into a moan as he strokes deeper on the next thrust in. “You feel so fucking good.”

Scully feels another surge of wetness at his words. Mulder seems to feel it too.

He hovers over her, fucking her in earnest now and Scully can do nothing but hold on for the ride. His lips get very close to her ear.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” he says his voice low. “Me telling you how good you feel.” Scully moans, a blush spreading across her body as she shuts her eyes tightly. The onslaught of pleasure threatens to rip through her body.

“You’re so wet, baby.” He pulls away, sitting back onto his knees and grabbing hold of her thighs. His eyes are glued to where he disappears between her legs.

“You look so fucking good taking my dick, Scully.”

He’s enjoying this, Scully thinks deliriously, she can see through her half-closed eyes that stupid grin across his face.

“You want to come, don’t you?”

She half moans a yes, feeling very close to the edge now.

“Well I think you should beg for it.” Fuck… “Go on, be a good girl and beg me to let you come.”

She won’t do it. She doesn’t want to do it. She clenches the sheets in her fists and grits her teeth, holding off her orgasm and wondering where the fuck this Mulder has come from all of sudden.

He starts to slow down. “Maybe you don’t want to come after all…”

It’s the feel of his dick pulling out of her that has her grabbing at whatever body part she can reach- which happens to be his wrist.

“No!” she cries, then. “Please…” is said in a much quieter voice.

Mulder thrusts back into her full and hard. Her head was swimming. He doesn’t move.

“Louder, Scully. Come on.”

She clenches around him but says no more.

Mulder sighs sadly. “Such a disappointment…”

“Please!” she is suddenly yelling- it even takes Mulder aback briefly. “Please let me come! I want to come! I want to be good!”

He’s back, thrusting in and out hard. In three pumps she is coming around him, the hardest she ever has.

“Shit, Scully!” Mulder yells, the domineering persona dropping as he reverts back to his normal self again. It isn’t long before he is dumping his load into her and falling beside her.

They lay side by side, breathing heavily for a moment. Eventually, Scully turns towards him.

“Mulder?”

“Hmm?”

“Was I a good girl?” Her voice is quiet, softer. It almost didn’t sound like hers.

Mulder opens his eyes, so much love and appreciation evident in them. He smiles softly.

“Yeah Scully, you were a good girl.”

i. Virginity.

Her fingers are in your hair, pulling you impossibly close to her. Your senses are assaulted by the taste, smell, and feel of her. Those three things were nothing new, of course- you’ve found yourself in this situation many times- but each time you you’re shocked by just how good, how perfect, she feels.

What was supposed to be usual Friday Movie Night has turned into a make-out session. Not that that was so unusual, often times they did, only later. Tonight you hadn’t so far as put the movie in the VHS player before her lips are on yours and she’s pulling you down.

You try not to overthink it, this is as far as you got after all before she’d pull back, give you a shy smile, and leave you with an erection that you’d have no choice but to deal with. There was one time, however, when things got a little too carried away. You were 95% sure she orgasmed that night- her body suddenly stiffening and falling though you couldn’t be sure-sure, she had gone red, kissed you quickly, and left just as fast. It didn’t matter, you thought of that moment each time. You never got to that point again.

Tonight, though, she is grinding against your erection just like she had that night, even through the many layers of clothing that separates you, you can feel the heat radiating off her. You think you might get another night like that one, to finally get that confirmation that you have witnessed Scully coming.

She pulls away and your eyes fixate on the way her lips have swelled, hear the little sigh escape as she readjusts herself against you and you think you might just get it, if you don’t change the rhythm of your hips, if you don’t suddenly change anything then maybe she’ll stay in this space she’s in and maybe she’ll come again.

All your hopes and dreams are destroyed when she places two hands on your hips, pushing against them, forcing you to stop. You try not to show your disappointment as you go to move off her. That’s it, she’s leaving, you didn’t even get to watch the movie.

But then she’s staring at you, puzzled for a moment, and you’re unsure of what to do, of what she wants. She tugs the lower part of your body back down towards her and naturally your top half follows. Her mouth finds your ear and she whispers words you never thought you’d hear for years.

“I want it to be you.”

Your dick reacts faster than your brain can process the words, growing even harder as your brain catches up.

“I want you inside me.”

Her hands are running along the waistband of your sweatpants, waiting for your permission. You’ve never taken a girl’s virginity before and the thought makes your brain go fuzzy. What if you hurt her? What if you’re not what she was expecting? Grinding against her was safe, be even mistaken as accidental, but actually being inside her? You don’t even think you’d last long enough to pleasure her.

But she is looking at you with so much vulnerability, her hands slowing down. She taking your silence as a no and it is definitely not a no, you are just scared.

Actually, fucking terrified.

So naturally you say yes.

She is fully naked, laying on your bed.

Scully naked. On your bed.

You feel drunk. You feel clumsy. You feel completely overwhelmed, no idea where to start.

Scully tries to help, and by help you mean rush to the main advent too soon but you still her, pulling her hands from your hips and lacing them together, thumb soothing the tops of her hands. There’s an order to this, a way, you need to make sure she’s ready, you can’t hurt her. But where do you begin.

“Mulder…?” There’s that vulnerability in her eyes again.

Your eyes fall to her mouth. Her mouth! Safe and familiar. You start there, reaching down to press your lips against hers. It’s safe and familiar to Scully, too, and you briefly let her take over, to let her choose when to deepen the kiss, let it become more than just a chaste kiss.

When she starts to move her hips, however, you know it’s time to take back the control. You pull away, brush the hair from her face, and decide the only logical path is downwards.

Her neck, whilst not as familiar as her lips, wasn’t exactly new territory either. You’ve spent less time here but enough to remember where all her pleasure points where. You stay in this spot, procrastinate even, because after this it was all unexplored territory.

You can only stall long enough before she starts getting impatient. The third lift of her hips and you know it’s time to move on.

You don’t let yourself think. You don’t even let yourself come up for air, you travel downwards, pressing kisses to her skin, until you reach her breastbone. Halfway there, you think. You wonder how you should do this. Laying your head against her chest, you open your eyes and see your target in sight. You hold her side and let your thumb caress the soft skin. Above you, Scully let’s out a deep breath and it encourages you to venture upwards. Your hand now gently cupping her breast you swirl your forefinger once around her areola before swiping your thumb across her retracted nipple.

The action has her gasping, her body jerking once at the sensation. You do it again and once more, coaxing the nipple outwards.

Scully continues to gasp above you and, emboldened, you take her nipple between your thumb and forefinger and squeeze, not too hard, but enough to draw a louder sigh from her.

Once it has hardened to your satisfaction, you move onto its twin.

“It might not stay like that,” Scully says before you move on. She leans up on her elbows, looking down at her chest with a grim look. “They don’t usually…”

You look back to the nipple and see that it has already lost it’s peak. You smile reassuringly up at her, not offended by her inverted nipples at the slightest. Before moving on, you press a kiss straight on to it and a moan escapes from Scully.

“Do that again,” sighs Scully, falling back down.

You do it on the other, and more, you tease her nipple to a peak with your thumb then kiss and suck on it with your mouth. A gentle bite earns you a squeak and you can’t help but laugh. You watch as her blush floods her skin, flushing all the way down to her breasts; another curiosity satisfied. You have no idea why her body scared you so much.

You stay at her chest for a while longer, becoming as familiar with her breasts and her nipples as her lips are but then it is time to move on to the part that has your stomach twisting with fear the most.

You take the same approach as last time. You try not to think and kiss your way downwards. When you get to her just below her belly button you pause. God, you can smell her- humid and heady and you let it, for a second, go up to your brain. You lick your lips and wonder if she’d let you…

She nods her consent and you watch the way her chest heaves with anticipation. Your own breaths have deepened as you slip off the bed and gently pull her towards the edge. You’ve never done this before, even beyond Scully, it has been a long-standing curiosity. You just hope to whatever deity that you do not fuck it up.

You’ve barely began but already you could come. You both moan only your moan sends an unintended vibration through her body that has her thrashing on the bed and moaning again. Only the moan is your name and you shut your eyes, thrust your tongue in more to feel the hot rush against his tongue as you firmly repeat to yourself not to come over and over again.

Well, she definitely came that time, no doubt about it. You pull away, secretly savouring the taste of her that is still on your tongue and lips. Scully lays on the bed, that red flush almost covering her entire body, breathing heavily.

“Mulder, I’m sor—”

But your lips are against hers before she can finish and you wonder if she can taste herself, you hope she can.

“Don’t apologise,” you say once you’ve both pulled away. “That was amazing.”

She lets out a shy, little giggle.

“I still want you to…I think I’m ready now.”

“I know.” You’re ready too, you think.

You grab the condom that’s been waiting patiently on the bedside table and slip it on. You smile at Scully, one that she returns, and dip your fingers between her legs, coaxing her open. She is more than ready but this is the part you feared the most, the part that might possibly make or break your relationship. The only saving grace- she has no one to compare you to.

It takes all your strength but you slide in slowly and gently, your body shaking with strain as her walls stretch around you. You keep an eye on her expressions, looking out for any signs of discomfort. That discomfort comes when you’re half way inside her, you see a slight wince and stop immediately.

“Are you okay?” you ask her with strain.

She takes a moment but does eventually nod. “Just…slow…please,” she breaths out.

You readjust your weight, slowly, and begin an even slower descent in. You’ve barely moved before she lets out a sudden cry.

“That’s okay!” she squeaks out, her eyes tightly shut.

There’s sweat and hair in your eye but you stay still.

“Yeah, this is okay,” you say more to yourself than to her. “It’ll feel better once I start moving.” You’re not even sure if that’s true but you start to move anyway, slowly at first, testing the waters. You try not to go beyond those four inches, not wanting to ruin the moment when her winces of pain turn into moans of pleasure.

It seems she is no closer to coming then you feel a pull from your balls. You feel a momentary panic, a need to find out if she’s close to coming or not before you blow.

“Scully,” you say, near her ear. “Are you close? Do you wanna…?”

She shakes her head, fist clenching and unclenching. “It’s okay,” she finally says. “I had my turn before.”

Enough is said before you explode. Pleasure ripples through your body and your dick, never-ending. You fall onto her and only at the last second do you remember to roll away.

Scully sighs when you pull out of her, head rolling into your shoulder.

You both lay there in silence, the only sound is your deep breaths. The realisation of what you’ve done comes over you. You’re not sure what to do now. You need to remove this condom and probably get Scully a cloth or something but you don’t want to leave her in this state. Phoebe didn’t hold you the first time you had sex, or any time thereafter, she just got up and left. You remember how you felt each time: abandoned, used, unloved. You never ever wanted Scully to feel that way with you.

Her eyes are still closed though her breath has calmed considerably. She almost looks to be asleep. Maybe she is.

Gently, you stroke the side of her face. “Scully…?”

She hums her response. So not quite asleep, you think smiling.

“I’m just going to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

I’m not leaving you, is what you’re really saying.

She hums her response once more.

You don’t waste any time away from her. You dispose of the condom and grab a cloth, wetting it with warm water and heading back to the bed.

She’s curled in a ball, goosebumps covering her flesh. You pry her legs apart and wipe between them. She jumps at the contact.

“Shh…” you soothe, your free hand stroking through her hair. “It’s just me.” She grows still, relaxing and you finish cleaning her, throwing the cloth onto the bedside table to deal with later.

Day 14: Squirting.

Her gift to him is herself.

On a foggy morning midway through October he lies beneath her, buried so deep instead her it makes his head go wobbly. Rising above him, she slowly moves herself up and down on his length. Wet and so wonderfully warm, it threatens to drag him back to the comfort of sleep.

It was an amazing way to wake up, to feel her mouth around his cock, as wet and as warm as her pussy is now. She’d wanted him to come in her mouth but Mulder had wanted to come in her and it was his birthday after all, shouldn’t he get what he wanted?

His fingers find her clit and she moans loudly. She’s being extra loud this morning, Mulder notes and he lets it rile him up too.

He whispers how much he wants her to come, how much he wants to feel her clench around him so hard he might just break, he might even die and then, when she done, he tells her how hard he’ll pound into her once she’s putty underneath him.

Scully makes a little mewling sound, her fingernails digging into the skin of his shoulder as she finally clenches around him, too. There’s more, he realises, when she pulls herself off him and pools into his groin. His eyes widen as he watches her juices run down his dick, hardening some more at the sight.

“Fuck, Scully…” he whispers and he can only give what equates to a drunken smile before she falls beside him. Mulder touches his cock, rubbing her come all over it before he rolls himself on top of her and thrusts back into her.

She is so slick, so smooth, there is zero resistance as he slides in and out of her with perfect ease.

Day 3: Tied Up.

She doesn’t remember a time when he wasn’t gentle with her. Always caring, always looking out for her, putting her pleasure before his own. Even when he briefly lost control (if you could even call it that) he never did anything to hurt her and she loved him for it.

But sometimes that caring and that gentleness could be stifling, sometimes she just wanted him to let go.

And he did.

Her wrists are in agony. Her hands are pulled above her head, Mulder’s tight grasp wrapped around them, nails digging in. It hurt but in a good way. A very good way.

Scully liked the restraint, she liked the lack of control. When she tried to free her hands Mulder would only push on them harder, his hips slamming into her. It felt so good that even her orgasm is different- stronger, longer. She wanted that again. She wanted more.

He never did quite take her like that again. It was almost as if he’d realised just how harsh he’d been, they’re next sexual encounters were much more gentle in comparison. Scully knew that if she wanted to feel like that again, experience that again and more, she would have to be the one to bring it up.

“Mulder…?” she drawls, speaking slowly. They lay in the dark, spooned, happy and sated. “Are you still awake?”

“Hmm…”

It wasn’t much of an answer but at least it was a response.

“I wondered if I could ask you something?”

“Hmm…anything.” She feels a kiss against her shoulder, his breath shifting her hair.

“That other night…when you held my hands above my head…?”

She feels him tense behind her.

“Scully, I’m—” he starts to say, no hint of sleepiness in his voice now.

“No,” Scully cuts him off, reassuring him. “You didn’t…offend me. I suppose that’s the point.”

There’s a moments pause before he speaks again.

“What’s that point?” he asks.

She takes a deep breath then lets it out slowly. This is Mulder, there was nothing to be ashamed of.

“I liked it.” Despite herself she still speaks quietly. “I want that again,” she adds feeling brave. His hand clenches around her hip. “But I want you to use rope.”

Her heart beats a little faster as Mulder gives the ropes one last pull tight.

Being tied up in her bedroom on a Sunday night was never a place Dana Scully thought she’d find herself but here she was, exactly there. She feels herself flush.

“You definitely sure about this?” Mulder asks. He still leans over her.

“Yes Mulder,” Scully reassures him for the third time that night. “This was my idea. You don’t need to keep asking.”

He moves away from her but there’s still the look of unease in his eyes.

“What is it?” she asks, trying not to sound annoyed.

“It’s just…” He sighs then starts over. “I feel like you need a safe word.”

She looks at him confused. “What would I need a safe word for?”

“Sculleee,” he says, exasperated. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but you’re all tied up. You can’t go anywhere.”

“Good. That’s the point. Mulder, if I want you to stop I’ll just say stop.”

“You want stop to be your safe word?”

There was only one way out of this conversation.

“Sure.”

“If you say stop I’ll untie you as quick as I can.” He leans back over her, presses his lips to hers, and silences any argument that could come out of her which was fine by Scully. It was all perfunctory; she had no intention of stopping him.

His mouth makes its usual downwards path along her body, gently tickling her skin, taking some time to suck a nipple into his mouth and mull it over with his tongue. Scully wraps her fingers around the binds, using the rope as leverage to hold onto something, her hips moving to seek relief.

“You look really hot all tied up Scully,” he says, his head resting against her stomach, so close to where she wanted him.

Scully moans at his words, feeling herself become wetter. Mulder continues on right until his mouth is at her centre. Usually she’d hold onto him, let her fingers roam his hair while he ate her out. She was unable to do that and the thought makes her delirious.

His tongue touches her and there’s a sudden hot flash that explodes through her body. She tugs on the binds only resulting in them tightening even more. She moans louder.

“You’re so wet Scully,” Mulder says, pulling his mouth away and replacing his tongue with two fingers., spreading her open and pumping in and out of her hard.

The act has her seeing stars behind her eyes.

“If I’d known you’d get this wet, I’d have tied you up months ago,” Mulder is saying but she can’t be quite sure, the ringing in her ears getting louder and louder. She can feel herself approaching that peak, feels Mulder’s thumb rubbing back and forth across her clit, his encouraging words.

She explodes. And she forgets about the ropes.

She goes to reach forward, to grab hold of him and pull him to her but the ropes hold her back, snapping her arms back down. Her comes a second time immediately.

“Whoa, Scully!” Mulder yells. He’s pulled away from her now, is rooting somewhere away. Scully’s eyes remain closed, tongue running across her dry lips as she breathes heavily in and out, fingers flexing and unflexing around the binds.

The bed dips, Mulder has returned. There’s the sound of a faint buzz and then it is pressed against her centre.

Scully springs to life at the vibrations. They’re only on low, nothing that would overwhelm her or push her over the edge. She supposes it could be quite nice if her body wasn’t already overstimulated from two back to back orgasms in less than a second.

He pushes the vibrator inside her where the feeling intensifies. Scully moans.

“How’s that?” Mulder asks in a quiet voice.

“Good…” Scully half moans.

Mulder chuckles slightly then makes his way to the top of the bed. He brushes the hair from the side of her face, sticky with perspiration and runs his finger lightly across her cheek. Scully opens her eyes and sees Mulder’s hard cock. Her hands ache to touch it.

“Not too intense?” he asks, still talking about the vibrations.

She shakes her head.

“Good.”

He grabs hold of his cock and places it against her lips as an invitation. Scully opens her mouth, running her lips down the side of it before turning her head and taking him into her mouth.

“Fuck, Scully…” he breaths, his eyes closing.

The angle doesn’t give her much room to suck. The angle doesn’t give her much room for anything.

Mulder braces himself on her headboard, thrusting his hips back and forward as the head of his cock hits the inside of her cheek. The vibrations are still rippling through her body and Scully sees the remote that sits clutched in Mulder’s hand, his thumb over the button.

The vibrations increase. She moans around his dick. The vibrations increase some more. She tries to get the vibrator to go in deeper.

She wants him to move, to straddle her so she can take his dick properly but before she gets her chance to signal her desire he takes his cock out of her mouth, shuts the vibrator off, and moves it from her. He chucks it and the remote somewhere to the side and climbs over her. He lines himself up then pushes all the way in with one thrust.

Scully moans once more. Mulder grips her hips, pulls all the way out, waits a second, then pushes all the way in again. It’s slow and hard, he keeps this up a few more times before switching to a quicker pumps.

Her wrists and arms were starting to ache from being tied up for so long but she wasn’t ready for this to stop just yet.

“You think you can come again?” Mulder asks through gritted teeth.

“Touch my clit and we’ll find out.”

Mulder doesn’t wait, his fingers find her clit instantly and begins worrying the bud in little clockwise circles. Scully feels herself clenching hard around him before her orgasm explodes. Mulder follows her soon after.

They lie there for a while, breathing heavily. Scully notices the ache again.

“Mulder?”

“Hmm?”

“Stop.”

He looks at her for a few seconds before immediately springing into action. He pulls at the ropes, untying them, and throwing them off to the side. He gently takes her arms, inspects her wrists. A little red but nothing too severe. He kisses the red marks, soothing it.

“Thank you for that,” Scully says, feeling full of love.

“Don’t mention it,” he says back. “That was fun.”

ii. Body Worship.

You were getting good at this whole sex thing. Friday Movie Nights had become sleep over days- the one day of the week were sex was always guaranteed. You learnt new things about each other and about yourselves. For the first time you felt confident, it was an equal partnership, you made a point to look after her afterwards and in turn you found it comforted you; being able to wrap your arms around her and hold her as she held you was almost better than the sex itself- almost.

You didn’t think there were any issues. You certainly had no problems when it came to her body; you couldn’t wait to peel her clothes off like a child excited to open their Christmas presents but when she insisted on keeping her (your) t-shirt on, when lights were off more than they were on, when the cover stayed over you, that’s when you began to notice there was something wrong.

“I just don’t like how I look sometimes,” she admits when you finally bring it up. Laying the dark, Scully the little spoon in front of you, she found it easier to admit things.

“Sculleee…” you say in surprise, not expecting that to be the issue. You definitely had no issues with her body- it packed a lot of good stuff in nothing taller than 5’2 yet you don’t push it. She wasn’t exactly what you’d call fickle but one unintentionally wrong thing said and it would be a while before you even got back to were you are now.

It still ate at you, though. What were you seeing that she couldn’t? Was it you, you suddenly think. Have you made her feel insecure about her body? You try to wrack your brain to the past few weeks. Just a month ago you discovered her talent for blowjobs and since then have reaped the benefit of receiving at least one every week. Thinking back on it all, she seemed more focus on your pleasure than her own. In fact, whenever you’ve tried to take back control, to return the favour, she just pushed you down, shoving you inside her before you could say anything. At the time, it was an complete turn-on, now you’re thinking there was something hidden.

Your decision is made: Friday you are making it about her. All clothes will be off, no covers will be available, and there’ll be some light at the very least. He’ll show her what he sees.

In many ways, it’s much like your first time together. You worshipped her body then, allowing yourself to get hard off of the pleasure you gave her. Her blowjobs were incredible but nothing beat being able to look and touch and kiss her entire body, to have uncovered access to any part you wished at any time. And maybe it was selfish but you wanted that access again.

When she arrives at your apartment on Friday night there is no movie insight.

“Mulder?” Scully asks, looking confused.

You shush her, invading her space as soon as, leaning down to kiss her. It’s slow and languid, you take charge kissing her as slowly or as rough as you like. When you pull away, she chases after you but you stop her.

“I want to show you something,” you tell her and grab her hand, leading her to the bedroom.

There’s a full length mirror in the corner of your room- you bought it because of Scully actually, because she said it’s good to have one. You didn’t use it much but tonight it was going to have its uses.

“Mulder, what’s this about?” Scully asks.

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.”

You pull her towards where you stand by the mirror, kissing her again.

“I don’t want you to hide,” you say against her lips. Your hands skim the bottom of her t-shirt, gripping the hem and pulling it upwards. “Not from me.”

“Mulder…” You silence her with another kiss, slipping your tongue in her mouth as you continue to venture her shirt upwards.

This was the easy part. While kissing you, she could focus on you. You were able to pull away- just one more article of clothing to go- and then she would be exposed, pulled out of her comfort zone. Multiple times she tried to reach for your clothing and each time you backed away. Eventually she let out a frustrated sigh.

“Mulder, what are you doing?”

At that moment you pull her, now fully naked, in front of the mirror. She blushes, tries to look away, run away, but you stand firmly behind her, keeping her in place.

“Don’t hide,” you say again. “Just look.” Your hand moves up and down her arm rhythmically, meaning to soothe her. “I want you to see what I see.” And what did you see exactly?

“You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.” You kiss her shoulder, the smattering of freckles you’ve come to know so well. “Your perfect,” you whisper into her ear.

She does look then, her eyes staring at her naked reflection. Your goal is achieved, the look she has isn’t one of repulsion but instead acceptance and that’s enough.

“Come on,” you say, taking her hand and leading her away from the mirror and towards the bed.

“Are you not going to get undressed?”

You smile. “Not just yet. You come first.”