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He's wanted her for the longest time, yearned for her body against his, her lips hot on his, his name in her breathy moans. He lets himself imagine for a moment him finally getting what he's dreamed of.
But not like this. Not like this, with her pupils blown to such proportions that the blues of her eyes are but slivers, her skin hot and flushed, her mind not her own. It is not her. She is not doing this of his own volition, he realises, tearing his lips away from hers and moving to put the table between them. He has some idea now of how all those people fucked themselves to death or insanity.
"Scully," he says. "Scully, look at me."
She does, her hands reaching for him, a mournful, confused look on her face.
"Mulder. I want you. Won't you have me?"
"Not while you're high on this fucked up… sex pollen shit."
"Oh," she says, seeming to sober up a little. "Oh, God, is that what that was? That's how…"
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wondered if anyone had written X-Files sex pollen fic, decided to write my own. this is like if the Midnight Oil plot from Agent Carter and Roald Dahl's Bitch and Gender Bender and Blood all had a baby together.