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Scully awoke to a low rumble of thunder. As she rolled and stretched, she had a sudden feeling of disorientation. Why did her sheets feel so different? And smell different? Why was she sleeping in a t-shirt?
Another rumble of thunder, this time a bit closer and a bit louder.
A warm, large hand shifted onto her hip and it all started coming back to her. She was at Mulder’s. In his bed. Next to him. With no pants on.
They had been so tired earlier that afternoon that they both passed out in his bed. She remembered him tenderly waking her up from a nap, and how once she knew the case file had been located, invited him in to join her under the covers. Wondering now, a few hours later, where that braver version of herself had come from.
Perhaps, she thought, being that physically and mentally exhausted was a good thing as it allowed her to think simply about what she wanted and what they both needed instead of worrying about professional lines and keeping him at a distance.
They both had been moving toward each other, lately their intimacy growing as their personal lives started crossing over into work. She knew she craved him in a way she hadn’t when they first started working together, but it scared her. She had a feeling it scared him, too.
She glanced at her watch on his night stand: 3:18 pm. ‘As good a time as any.’ she thought to herself.
There was another rumble of thunder and a gentle patter of rain against his window as she rolled towards him.
“Are you still sleeping?” She whispered.
A brief pause, then a low hum from him. “It’s raining.” He said, answering her question in a roundabout way.
“Yeah. It makes me want to stay in bed forever.” She said quietly, covering his hand with her own, where it still rested on her hip.
“What about our wine date?” He teased her.
She shrugged, and slid her feet closer to his, and in response he lifted his leg so he could intertwine their legs. He could tell she was thinking hard about what to say next. He felt the same way she did; ready to make a move but also knowing how much was at risk. He didn’t want her to worry in this moment. In his half awake/half asleep state, he had a moment of clarity and realized there was nothing for either of them to worry about.
He took his other hand and raised it to her cheek, slowly tracing her cheek bone with his thumb. She opened her eyes to look at him. He was relieved to see only affection reflected back in her eyes, and not boundaries going up.
He slowly moved his hand down to her chin, and lightly ran the pad of his thumb over her soft lips. It was a question, and her eyes gave him the answer.
They were so close next to each other that all he had to do was tip his chin toward her, and his lips met hers softly. Outside the rain picked up louder. He wasn’t sure at first if it was the rain or his own heart beat rushing in his ears. The feeling of her lips on his was better than he had ever imagined.
She kissed him back and placed her free hand on the back of his neck. Her other hand still sat on top of his, as it moved from her hip up to her waist.
They kissed like that, in his bed, with the sound of the rainstorm around them, for longer than either of them had kissed another in a long time. This was about discovery; learning what the other liked, how the other tasted, how their teeth and lips and tongues met, retreated, and met again bringing them closer and tearing down any remaining walls that had been between them.
It was a series of kisses that said, “I’ve wanted this. I’ve needed this. You are everything to me.”
Slowly, Mulder moved his kisses down her neck, across her collar bone, over her shoulders. His hands moved down from her waist, and he grabbed her ass lightly. She groaned into his ear, and he was momentarily distracted from his task of exploring her neck. He had to hear that groan again. He would never take that groan for granted.
He grabbed her ass again, a little harder this time, and she pressed her hips into his. He was so hard already, and she could feel every inch of him through his boxers and her thin cotton panties.
‘Was this happening? Was this FINALLY happening?’ She thought to herself. Were they in the right place for this change? Kissing was one thing, but she knew fucking him would change everything. She tried to tell her inner monologue to quiet down, but he noticed her thinking.
“Is this ok? Should we slow down?” He said with his check against hers, moving his hand to her lower back and finding some stillness.
“I want this.” She said, a slight tremble in her voice. She was so vulnerable in this moment, but she wanted him to know she was sure. “I want YOU.”
And those three words were all he needed to know. He carefully slid off her t-shirt and panties. Then he kicked off his boxers over the side of the bed. He came back to her and moved her onto her back so he could hover over her, on his knees and elbows. He held her head in his hands, stroking her hair as he continued to kiss her.
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Later, when they were spent and holding each other in this new way, she thought back to that moment. Just after she had told him she wanted him and right before he slid into her and made her feel whole for the first time. She could still see the look in his eyes as he surrounded her from above. It was a look that said, “I will not hurt you, I will not hurt your heart.”
In that moment, she fell even more in love with him than she had been before. With everything they had been through together; injury, illness, grief, loss, failure, anger, blame, forgiveness, laughter, success…this was a whole new level of love that she had never felt for him before.
This version Mulder was by far her favorite.
The rain and thunder were starting to die down, and now there was just the very subtle sound of rain hitting the street outside.
Her hand was drawing slow circles across his back. He was still, but she could tell he was not asleep.
“Sounds like it’s letting up out there.” She said. Her voice warm and low.
“Mmmm. I guess I may still end up taking you on that date after all.” He responded, holding her tighter for a few seconds, and kissing her just above the eyebrow on her hairline. “Unless…you’re still committed to staying in bed forever?”
“Well…”she said pausing. “I can see the appeal of that even more now that I’ve seen all your bed has to offer. But, one does need some food and water to sustain that kind of activity.” Her stomach growled to make her point.
“Very well. I shall make good on my promise to wine and dine.” He rubbed his nose against hers playfully. “Meet you in the shower in 5 minutes?”
She bit her lip and nodded at him. As he rolled out of bed, she watched him walk away. As much as she missed his warmth from the bed, she was looking forward to following his sexy ass to whatever adventure was next.