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Bayview Hotel, Houston
Scully had seen Mulder excited before. She had seen him enthralled with an idea, and fascinated with possibilities but this was a whole other level of boyish excitement that kept a near permanent smile teasing his lips.
“I have to admit, that fulfilled one of my boyhood fantasies.”
Scully felt a pulse beat low between her legs both at the joyous, almost breathless tone of his voice and the words he chose.
“Yeah, it ranks right up there with getting a pony and learning how to braid my own hair,” she said in an attempt to sound flippant.
“C’mon, Scully,” he said and he brushed his hand on her shoulder then across her back to pull her in as he leaned down closer to her ear. “You have to admit that was exciting. Mission control…” he squeezed her arm and stopped her from walking ahead then kept talking. “Countdown.”
“It was ten seconds Mulder, not really that impressive.”
“Ten seconds can be impressive in the right circumstances,” he said, his voice husky and raw.
“Was ten seconds also part of your boyhood fantasies?”
Mulder chuffed a laugh, and leaned in even closer so she could feel his breath on her cheek. “No, but it was certainly part of my teenage realities.”
“But not your adult realities?”
“No, I managed to adapt and overcome it.”
“Oh really?”
“You don't believe me?”
“Sounds like the same thing every guy says.”
“Sounds like you’re sleeping with the wrong guys.”
“Of course you’d say that.”
“I get you're a scientist, you need empirical evidence to support any claim, no matter how obvious.”
“Obvious?”
“You have witnessed my stamina in other aspects of our partnership, why would you doubt it now?”
“One strain of stamina does not translate into another.”
“My stamina is irrefutable.”
“I’ve seen you fall asleep at your desk.”
“I’ve seen you fall asleep in the car.”
“My stamina is not in question.”
“Why is it only the man’s stamina that needs to be proven?”
“No one is asking you to prove anything!”
Mulder scoffed. “That's all you ask me to do.” He tilted his head and made a face then in a close approximation of her voice he said “Where is the evidence, Mulder?”
She tried to keep a straight face. She tried not to smile or react but she knew he saw it when the corner of her lip twitched and he grinned in triumph.
“Oh shut up, Mulder,” she said before she grabbed the lapels of his jacket and shoved him against the door to his room before she kissed him hungrily.
He didn't waste a second before he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back. Their tongues were duelling, seeking control, revelling in wet heat. He pushed, she pushed back. It was a frenzied kiss that made them pull at each other's clothes. When she shoved her hand in his pocket Mulder groaned into her mouth but she pulled the key card out of his pocket and slapped it into the middle of his chest.
Mulder broke the kiss and looked down at the key and his grin grew even bigger. His head was spinning with what had happened. He hadn't meant to tease and challenge her but it was a slippery slope with her as usual and this time he forgot to hold on to stop himself from falling into the abyss.
He moved the key against the panel behind him without looking at it so it took him longer than he would have liked but he didn't want to look away from the hungry look of dark desire in her eyes. The second the door was open she pushed him in and kicked it closed behind them but she didn't slow down as she continued to push him into the room until he got to the bed he hadn't bothered to make.
He fell back and landed on his ass, his hands on the mattress behind him and immediately she went for his belt.
“Uh,” he stuttered but he didn't move to stop her. She glanced up at him then focused back on the task of opening his pants but she didn't bother to pull them down all the way just enough to pull out his half hard cock.
The second her hand wrapped his shaft and pulled him out Mulder groaned and fell back against the bed but as soon as he felt her tongue run up the underside of his shaft he shot back up to look at her. He didn't want to miss a second of this.
She had him straining rock hard in seconds then suckled on his head before she opened her mouth and took him in completely.
“Oh christ,” he cried out and cupped the back of her head to hold her in place. She put her hands against the side of his thighs and curled her fingers under his ass to give him full control and Mulder felt himself surge closer to completion.
For her to give over control in this manner was something he never expected but he wasn't going to waste the opportunity. He gripped her head and positioned her at just the right angle then held her in place as he moved his hips to slide his cock in even deeper. He felt her tongue flatten and swipe at the underside of his cock and her throat snug against the head of his cock when she swallowed and he almost came right there.
“Fuck,” he cursed as he realised it had barely been ten seconds. She would never let him live it down if he came so quickly but the inviting heat of her mouth was too much so he clenched his jaw and just held on for as long as he could.
He held her head still, his fingers buried in her hair and pumped his hips up to bury his cock in her mouth. He fucked her face for as many strokes as he thought he could take then when he felt his balls seize and a shudder of release rattle his spine he pulled her down on him and came down her throat. The gagging sounds she made only heightened his release and it wasn't until she moved her hands and pushed from his thighs that he let her go.
Mulder fell back onto the bed and closed his eyes to stop the room from spinning. He was panting heavily, his lungs no longer able to retain any air. His whole body was tingling with pins and needles as his blood found its way out of his cock, and somehow he still felt numb. He had no idea what had happened or how long it had taken. The only thing that was real was the sensation of her hands resting on his thighs.
He lifted his head off the bed and looked down his body to see her kneeling up and watching him with a crooked smug smile.
“What?” he asked, his voice hoarse and raw.
“That was about fifteen seconds.”
“Depends on when you start counting.” His head dropped back onto the bed and he heard her chuckle then felt her hands move down his legs and off him completely.
He heard the taps running and imagined her washing her hands or rinsing out her mouth and he wondered if she was turned on at all. He thought about what he might find if he checked her panties and he pushed himself up on his elbows to see her leaning over the sink in his bathroom touching up her makeup.
He sat up and gripped the mattress to push himself to his feet to see what he might find between her legs when there was a thunderous knock on the door.
“Mulder!”
Mulder frowned at the voice of Michelle Genaroo from Mission Control.
“Mulder, somethings gone wrong.”
He hurriedly fixed his pants and tucked his shirt back into place before he combed his fingers through his hair and went to the door. He looked over his shoulder to see Scully standing behind him with her arms folded over her chest. Once he was sure she was ready he opened the door and Michelle immediately pushed her way in.
“What happened?” Mulder asked.
“Something’s wrong with the shuttle.”
Mulder and Scully exchanged glances while Michelle explained what had happened then he opened the door and ushered them out before him. He checked his pockets for his keys and glanced at the bed once more before he hurried out after them and they went back to Mission Control.
The End.