You're Never Just Anything To Me (13)
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A look into Mulder and Scully’s relationship starting from Millennium going all the way up to Requiem.
XIII. Chimera.
Her apartment is quiet when Mulder slips in, the curtains and blinds closed over as if nobody was home. The lamp left on in the living room and her car parked outside the only telltale signs that anybody was home.
Mulder knows coming here tonight might be either the best choice or the worse. Her words might have been spoken with jest and exaggeration but had been annoyed by his sudden ditching and he came tonight with the hope of making it up to her.
The door to her bedroom is closed over and Mulder pushes on it gently. There he sees the outline of her form beneath the covers. He takes one small step and she is shifting in the bed, her movement sluggish. Mulder winces.
“Sorry,” he apologises for disturbing her. “I thought you were asleep.”
Her eyes are lidded, fighting to stay open. “I’m so tired I can’t sleep.” A pout crosses her face. “You ditched me.”
“I’m sorry,” Mulder apologises again. “Are you mad at me?”
“Yes.”
A quirk of a smile graces his face.
“Do you want me to leave?”
“Yes.”
That smile grows wider and Mulder does the opposite of what he’s asked, venturing towards her.
“What if I make it up to you?”
He starts to undress, dropping his belt to the floor. Scully groans her head dropping to her pillow.
“I’m too tired for that,” she protests.
“Don’t worry,” Mulder says kicking off his jeans. “You won’t need to do anything.”
He pulls the covers back and climbs in, his hands immediately reaching out to touch her. His fingers grasp at bare hips, his intentions halted momentarily by the feeling of her naked skin. His hands explore, finding her completely bare.
“Scully!” he says with a surprise. “Were you expecting someone?”
Her eyes have closed over. “I was too tired to put anything on.”
Mulder chuckles. He gently rolls her onto her back and Scully goes with no protestations. He hovers above her.
“Well, now you can lay back, relax, sleep a little if you want because this…” he pecks her lips, “is all…” the base of her neck, “for…” he makes his way down her body, smattering kisses in single file, “you.” He presses one final kiss to her stomach before he hovers above her centre. Her eyes still closed, her legs open lazily to allow him in. He gazes at her for a moment, filled with so much love and appreciation before he drops his eyes to below and lowers his mouth towards her.
She lets out a small whine at the first touch of his lips, a small jump of pleasant surprise. He ignores his own arousal, focusing solely on her, works her clit like one of his sunflower seeds, gently fucks her with his tongue. It’s neither fast or slow, just a nice pace that suits them both.
When she comes to his lips on her clit and his fingers thrusting inside of her, her texture like honey and her taste addictive does he realise how he hasn’t done this as often as he would like to and how, if possible, he would want to do it for the rest of his life.
Scully slack above him and most likely asleep. Mulder crawls back up beside her and pulls her into him.
“We’re good, yeah?”
What is responds with is not a word, it might not even be an answer, it’s a sound that doesn’t even resemble ‘yes’ but when she slips against him, her hands knotting in his shirt, Mulder knows he needs know verbal answer.
He kisses her lips, her forehead and pulls her all the more tighter against him. He knows all has been forgiven.
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