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It was a complete accident. Mulder had lost control of time and space once she’d been released from the handcuffs attached to the radiator.
She was grieving the loss of an ex-boyfriend. He was jumping out of his skin, the adrenaline running through his veins like a live wire.
Still, that was no excuse to pull her into him by her shoulders to plant one on her surprised lips.
Before he could even register her melting into his chest and she could return his kiss, he pulled back immediately apologetic.
“It’s okay, Mulder. I understand.”
“You sure?”
“Of course. I probably would have done the same thing if our positions were reversed.”
Even with her assurances, he still annoyed her with checking in every twenty minutes to make sure they were still good, that he didn’t completely dismantle their partnership.
“If you don’t shut up Mulder, I’m going to kiss you.”
After giving her deer-in-the-headlights stare, he left her alone.
2
She saw him at the end of the hospital hallway, handing back his tactical gear and headset to the SWAT captain. They parted ways with a handshake.
Dejected, he took two steps then stopped. She watched him put his hands in his hips, inhale a large breath then shoot it out between pursed lips.
He looked up at her when she was within reaching distance.
Once their eyes locked it was all over.
Their hands grabbed for the other’s face as they devoured each other’s lips. Mulder pushed Scully back into an empty exam room for privacy. She whimpered when her hips hit the metal on the hospital bed. His tongue chased hers, massaging her inner lip, his fingers clenched in her hair.
Her fingers inched under the hem of his t-shirt, fingernails lightly digging into his sides as his assault on her mouth continued.
“Give as good as you get it, Dana.” She told herself as he tugged her even impossibly closer.
Their encounter was rudely interrupted by an alarm sounding on the PA system announcing a code blue.
Holding each other until their heart rate returned to normal, they part with Mulder placing a kiss on her forehead.
“Would you think ill of me if I asked if we could look in on him before we go?”
“Only if you asked to do it alone.” Scully reaches for his hand to allow him to escort them to where Mulders coat lay on a chair.
He puts it on and heads down another wing to Modell’s room.
They stand in silence.
She reaches for his hand again just a reminder that he wasn’t alone.
3
The next time he initiates a kiss was to comfort her as she grieved the loss of a child.
Her child.
What could have been their child.
It was sweet. Endearing. And made her tears spill faster. While the taste of her tears was erotic, the circumstances were all wrong.
She had asked him to love her. Her sweet request danced across his lips.
But he couldn’t, in good conscience, go through with it.
He would not have their first time be something she—they—would regret after the deed was done.
“Our time will come, Scully.”
“Why is it always one step forward, three steps back?”
She turned and left him standing there in the middle of the graveyard wondering her intent, looking despondent.
4
Of course it was petty.
But she couldn’t fight the overwhelming urge to put Diana Fowley in her place.
She was sick and tired of watching the trainwreck every afternoon she could only assume was flirting. It hurt her ears and stung her eyes to hear Mulder stumble over his usually articulate words and Diana shoving her work-inappropriate blouse in his face.
With a huff, she slams her hands on the arms of her chair and pushes back from her workspace.
With a determined look on her face, Scully walks over to Mulder and insinuates herself between the two. Hands on his cheeks, she pulls him in for a kiss. It’s long and wet. Mulder groans.
Scully cocks her eye open to see if Diana is still in the room. She isn’t.
With a loud smack, she disengages from him.
“Oh my god, Scully. Thank you.” He’s still trying
She turns from him to walk back to her chair, wiping her lips.
Anything for the team, Mulder
5
Two people attempting to swing a baseball bat, let alone make connection with the ball is just…absurd.
Their giggles and cackles bounce off the empty dugouts, shadows dancing in the infield.
A car pulls up to take the young boy home. Mulder pays his mother; he doesn’t trust the boy to manage his earnings. He can see the poor boy spending the $10 on sweets or the arcade.
Scully waits for him against his car door, her arms crossed over her chest.
“Was this a date?” She implores.
“Would you like it to be?” He cocks his head to the side, his eyes squint at her conspiratorially.
“If this was a date there would be a good-night kiss.” She states factually.
“Who said the night was over?” He leans down a little so that they’re more eye to eye.
Her loins clench. She nervously tucks her hair behind her ears.
“You’re cute when you do that.”
“Do what?” It comes out more abrasive than she means to.
“Get all nervous.” His fingers reach out to tap her hip bone. “It’s just me, Scully.”
She knows. Oh, boy does she know.
If he does kiss her tonight, she’s not going to want him to stop.
“Kiss me, Mulder.”
Never one to back down from her requests, Mulder steps closer to her. His hand rests lightly over her waist as he dips down to sweetly meet her lips with his.
They exchange soft kisses back and forth for an insurmountable time until Scully places her hand over his to lower it to her hip.
“Hips before hands, Mulder.”
He kisses the grin from her lips.
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They wrestle over the remote.
Scully claimed Caddyshack the worst film in television history and dove for the remote control sitting on the arm of his leather couch. This meant war.
Tactical FBI training in full effect, they’re on the floor now arms and legs intertwined. She has Mulder’s head in a vice grip between her thighs until he reaches up with a free hand to find that magic spot between her thigh and her mons that makes her quiver.
Quaking, her grip loosens and he’s able to free himself. Being silly, he pushes her white shirt up beneath her bra to blow a raspberry on her stomach.
She can’t stifle the full-bodied laugh that escapes her.
Slowly, Mulder makes his way between her thighs and braces himself on his forearms near her shoulders.
“I love that sound. Your laugh. It’s…magical.”
“You’re such a sap, Mulder.” She pushes against his shoulder but he won’t let her up.
Instead he leans down to kiss her. His tongue playfully duels with hers, making her moan happily. He changes it up with a series of little pecks until her hand reaches up to cup the back of his head to deepen their kiss.
He leaves her lips to plant kisses down the column of her neck and across her collarbone. His hand sneaks between them to pop open the closure on her slacks and undoes the zipper.
“Although,” he starts to say as he lays kisses down her body, over her shirt. His tongue dips briefly into her bellybutton. “There are other sounds you make that I love just the same.”
His finger plays with the tiny bow at the hem of her lace panties. She raises her hips for him to continue.
He smirks at her before laving the soft, alabaster skin of her abdomen. He traces her gunshot scar with the sharp point of his tongue, she squirms under his teasing.
As his fingers dig into the sides of her slacks and panties, Scully’s breath quickens with anticipation as he tugs them down.
He blows cool air over her mons making her groan with want. She can feel her wetness seeping from her slick opening. She can’t wait for him to lap her up.
“Fuck, Mulder. Just do it.”
He considers prolonging making contact, but she spreads her legs wider for him and is overcome with want at how wet she is for him. He licks his lips, ready to dive in.
The groans, whimpers, and mewing; the hair tugs and feet thumps keep him latched on to her clit and his fingers dancing within her folds.
He curls his fingers inward, raking across the spongy tissue of her inside wall setting her off. Her hips rise into the air as she screams into her arm she holds over her mouth.
If this was the last sound he’d ever heard, he would die a happy man.