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Scully has been plotting and scheming all week.
If she’s being honest, it can hardly be actually called that, but it is true that her encounters with Mulder have been mostly spontaneous so far, and this is effectively the first time she’s planned one in advance.
She has done her best to keep him in the dark, but, observant as he always is, he’s noticed her being unusually distracted during work, and has called her out on it a couple of times.
She denied everything, of course, claiming to simply be tired, but the truth is she was replaying every detail of what she wanted to happen over and over in her head, her belly churned by trepidation.
She does so even now, as she puts on innocent white lace panties and hooks a matching bra behind her back, and it reminds her of when she was in school and practiced repeating the day’s lesson in her head.
Only, the lesson today is far more enticing.
Deep down, she knows the reason why she’s putting herself through so much trouble just for Mulder- well, not just for him in the sense that he’s not worth much, but rather in the sense that he’s made it clear how thrilled he is to be with her, and there’s no actual need to try and seduce him.
Still, this is also something she’s doing for herself.
Scully is not blind, and she’s seen over the years the amount of porn Mulder owns, and the way his preferences have shifted in time.
While it was mostly busty blondes when she first met him, doll-like girls who all looked the same and, she suspected, all got fucked in the same way by insignificant men, redheads slowly began to appear, but they were usually vixens, bold and inveigling.
Now, she’s repeatedly told herself that those are only fantasies, and that she knows for a fact that he doesn’t actually want her to be anything other than what she is, but she just can’t help but feel compelled to prove her worth to him.
It has never felt this way with any other man, and maybe it’s simply because she has never loved another man so much, but she doesn’t feel it as an imposition, or something crucial to their relationship, but rather as something new and exciting that she wants to gift to him.
And so she tucks her most revealing blouse in a shorter-than-usual skirt, forgoes pantyhose, and fishes her highest pair of stilettos from the back of the shoe rack.
The differences from her usual attire are nuanced, but she’s sure they won’t go unnoticed by Mulder, who every day takes his time to admire her and take in every detail of her .
The drive to his place is restless, and Scully can’t keep her hands still on the steering wheel from the anticipation.
When she called him to inform him she was coming over, she talked about a movie and some takeout, maybe from their usual Thai place, but she had a feeling that he could sense it in her voice that she was lying. If he did, he decided to play dumb.
She has to clench her fist to keep her hand steady when she knocks three times on his door.
“It’s open,” he answers, voice muffled.
She does her best to keep her cool as she steps in, finding him sprawled on his couch.
”You’re dressed sharp, Scully,” he comments, running his gaze up her body, lingering deliberately on her cleavage.
He’s not wrong, for he’s wearing a tight navy t-shirt and grey sweatpants, a much more appropriate attire for a movie night. Still, she pretends to frown.
”You don’t like it?” She asks naively, glancing down at the white silk of her blouse and the black of her skirt.
”As a matter of fact, I do,” he tells her, sitting up straighter. “You look incredible.”
”Thank you, Mulder,” she smiles.
She walks up to him, trying to suppress the anxiety that flutters in her chest, hoping that if she ignores it, he won’t be able to sense it either, and goes directly to sit on his lap. She has no intention of being subtle.
His expression is one of amused surprise, but he readily wraps his arm around her waist to secure her, resting the other on top of her tight.
”Missed me already?” he teases her with the boyish grin he knows she can’t resist.
Scully smiles too, unable to conceal it, and covers her mouth with the back of her hand. She then takes a deep breath to regain her composure.
”I was hoping to help you relax,” she says earnestly, looking at him with what she hopes are suggestive eyes. “I know you’ve had a long week.”
”Did I?”
She crooks her head and pouts her lower lip. He nods knowingly, looking like he’s unsure if this is real life or one of his wet dreams.
“So, did you have any good movies in mind?” She abruptly changes the subject, leaving him confused.
”Uh, no, not really. I thought it was your turn to choose.”
”Right,” she considers, as though she didn’t know this already. “Well, then.”
She makes sure to rub his crotch with her rear when she gets up, and she hears him barely contain a gasp as she turns her back to him.
She kneels in front of the cabinet where he keeps his tapes, and scans it until she finds his porn videos. She grabs the one she’s seen in their office most often- one that seems to be about a red-haired secretary getting bent over in her office.
Leaning forward to see what she’s doing, Mulder notices which tape she’s chosen and audibly startles.
”Scully, what are you doing?” He asks as she pops the tape into the VHS reader and walks back to the couch, sitting next to him this time.
”I thought you wanted to watch a movie,” she responds, putting her hand on his cheek and pulling him in for a slow, tender kiss.
“Yeah, but…” He begins against her mouth, trying to pull back, but she holds him where he is.
”Shh,” she whispers, putting her index over his lips. “Just let me do this.”
He swallows but nods, and deepens the kiss a bit more forcefully. Scully knows he’s not trying to claim control, but just to show her that he wants this, and so she lets him.
Meanwhile, the woman on the television screen is already sitting on the desk, her legs spread open, while the man watches her in apparent indecision.
Scully watches for a few seconds, intent, and then turns her gaze back to Mulder, who hasn’t taken her eyes off of her.
”Like what you see?” He jokes with a light chuckle.
”Mmh, I don’t know,” she answers seriously. “This seems a bit cliché, I would have thought you had more refined taste.”
”In my defense, you haven’t chosen one of my most high-quality tapes. This is just something I bought out of boredom.”
She’s clearly not convinced, but she lets him have it, and she begins to tug at the hem of his t-shirt to let him know that she wants to take it off. Understanding, he raises his arms to let her.
”So,” she begins, running her hand down his chest and dangerously close to the bulge of his pants. “If this isn’t your biggest fantasy, then what is?”
”Scully…” He trails off, shaking his head in embarrassment.
”Is this too… Vanilla for you? Do you like something rougher?”
Her hand is tracing the outline of his half-hard cock now, making it hard for him to concentrate on what she’s saying.
”Or maybe you don’t like that it’s the man who’s dominating. Maybe you like a woman who takes charge.”
She grips him tightly at the words, and he chokes out a groan. Scully smiles and brings her mouth close to his ear.
”Or maybe it’s because this is soulless. You need someone who’s passionate, don’t you?”
He thrusts in her hand when she says it, and she takes it to mean that she’s right.
“Scully, please…” He breathes against her neck, tautening his grasp on her waist in a bruising manner.
”What do you need? Tell me.”
”You, Scully, I need you.” His tone is so intense that it sends shivers down her spine.
”And how do you need me? My hand? Or my mouth?”
They lock eyes for a moment, and she’s still stroking him while wet sounds and moans are beginning to come from the TV.
”Your mouth.”
After placing one last peck on his lips, she stands again. Trying to look as alluring as she can, she takes off her panties and discards them on the floor. Then, enjoying his open-mouthed look, she kneels between his parted legs.
She feels impossibly small like this, a little bird at the feet of a giant, easy to break and to take advantage of. Yet, she’s in control, because he’s granting her control, and the realization is exhilarating.
Slowly, she begins to take off his sweatpants along with his boxers, and he shifts to allow her to do so.
He now sits naked on the leather couch, while she’s still fully clothed. She takes a moment to undo the first button of her blouse, showing him a hint of the lace of her bra.
It’s only then that she takes his cock in her hand, jerking him slowly. Rattling sounds come from the TV as he grows fully erect, probably from the man having begun to fuck the woman properly.
He groans loudly when she puts her mouth on him for the first time, running her tongue from the base of his shaft to his tip and then flicking it around it.
When she takes him in her mouth, Mulder’s large hand immediately comes to rest on her hair, and though it’s gentle, she can tell very clearly that he actually wants to grab it.
Taking him only a bit further, she reaches behind her head with her right hand and places it on his, digging her nails slightly into his flesh.
Take me, she wants to tell him.
He grips her more fiercely now, but he’s still not pushing her, letting her work herself to taking his cock until it hits the back of her throat.
”Mulder,” she pants, coming back up. “Don’t hold back.”
”Scully, I don’t want to…”
”I want you to use me. Take whatever you want from me. I'm yours.”
”Are you sure?” He gulps, suddenly hesitant.
In response, she lavishly swirls her tongue around his head.
His jaw is set and he pushes her down unpromptedly, forcing himself past her gag reflex and holding her there until her throat’s spasming around him.
She comes up gasping for air the moment his hand loosens, saliva smeared on her lips and chin.
He drags her up and down his shaft by her hair like she’s an extension of his body, a mere tool to use for his pleasure and not a sentient woman.
He’s smooth on her tongue and she marvels at how something so hard can have skin so soft.
Her scalp stings and her throat is raw and sore, but every time Mulder raises his hips to thrust into her, the throbbing of his veins makes a delicious warmth spread through her whole body.
She moves the hand she’s not using to brace herself on his thigh and lowers it between her legs, craving some release from the pressure that’s building within her.
”That’s right, babe,” Mulder growls. “Touch yourself while I fuck your throat.”
Scully moans at the words, eyes watering, nose buried in her lover’s pubic hair as he forces his cock to the hilt.
She strokes her clit senselessly, desperate for relief, picking up a faster and faster pace, as she listens to Mulder’s satisfied groans mingling with those coming from the movie.
Suddenly, though, he yanks her back, leaving her panting as she wipes drool from her mouth with her fingers.
”Come here, Scully,” he says, his voice coarse, jerking her to stand up.
She lowers herself to straddle him, and he pulls her in for a passionate kiss, his hands palming at her thighs and ass so that she’s sure she’ll have red marks all over her skin tomorrow.
”I need you inside, Mulder. Your cock feels too good,” she moans, causing him to tense beneath her.
”I want to feel that little pussy clenching for me. Always so fucking tight for me.”
Without further preamble, she reaches between their bodies to guide him to her aching entrance.
Moaning into their kiss, she begins to move right away, riding him through a pain that feels like she’s being split into two.
Mulder’s cock stretches her open in a way that keeps leaning far too closely into becoming unbearable, but never quite reaches that point.
She rolls her hips so that her swollen clit can rub against his crotch, coating him in her wetness.
She breaks apart from his mouth to leave a trail of burning kisses to his jaw and then down to his neck, making him groan in bliss.
Then, she bites slightly at his pulse point, just how she knows he likes. She had forgotten that sex can be fun.
”God, Mulder, you feel incredible,” Scully cries, ignoring how much her legs are throbbing from the exertion.
He tugs her head back, bending to run his tongue between her breasts, making her whimper.
”I want you to watch the movie, Scully. Watch the movie while I fuck your cunt.”
She turns to the TV with a mewl, Mulder beginning to thrust his hips up into hers, shoving his cock fully inside her.
The woman on the screen is bent over the desk and begging the man as he fucks her hard from behind, and Scully herself is overwhelmed with sensation with Mulder yanking her roughly against him.
She turns back to face him, letting out a little pleading sound when he unexpectedly lends a harsh slap on her ass cheek.
”I can feel you’re close, baby,” he hisses, while she blows cold air over the spot where she’s just run her tongue behind his ear. “That’s right, Dana, come for me.”
And it doesn’t take long before she lets go, spasming and squeezing his fat cock with her walls.
He holds himself deep inside her as she comes, and lets her muscles guide him to his own orgasm.
The pleasure is blinding and Scully screams into his neck, unable to hold back.
Mulder is hugging her tightly, holding her to his chest like she might float away at any moment, and she basks in the closeness.
”God, Scully, I’ve never come that hard,” he pants, and she feels a wave of pride wash over her.
”I love you, Mulder,” she whispers, afraid to change the mood but needing to get the word out of her.
Because that’s what she felt all along tonight: pleasure, yes, and excitement, but those were only born from and fueled by her all-consuming love for him.
Despite having had casual sex in her past, she knows she wouldn’t be able to get anything from it now that she’s experienced this.
”I love you too, Scully,” he murmurs back, stroking her hair with fondness. “No one has ever made me feel this way. I love you so much.”
She nuzzles the crook of his neck as he softens within her, letting him whisper sweet nothings in her ear that she can’t quite make out, but that lull her nonetheless.
When she tilts her head to shoot one last glance at the TV, the man has already slipped out of the woman, who lays sprawled on the desk, and is tucking himself in.
”They’ll never have what we have,” she blurts out before she can think better of it.
”Who?” Mulder asks.
Scully points at the screen, and he nods, giving her an affectionate smile.
”No one will ever have what we have, Scully,” he chuckles, and she lets out a sweet giggle in return.
”I guess not, Mulder.”
The TV turns to static.