Title: Monday Morning
Classification: MSR, smut, Mulder POV
Disclaimer: These stories I write are just scripts for my action figures, nothing more. The real Mulder and Scully belong to CC, 1013, David, and Gillian.
Spoilers: None, really. Vague reference to ‘The Host’.
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Thanks: To my beta, Robin. She is unparalleled. And to the wonderful Circe for giving my fic a home.
I woke slowly, my sense of touch registering the rumpled sheets surrounding my nude body first. Then the scent invaded my nostrils, strong and new, that smell of ‘us’. I opened my mouth and licked my lips, reveling in the lingering taste of her. My ears perked when I heard movement to my left and finally my eyes opened, yearning for the sight of her fiery mane as it shined in the morning light.
Each of my senses cried out with a joy that I thought to be out of reach; the six of us had begun to accept that our happiness would always be just beyond arm’s length. But that happiness reached back, grasped onto us with full force and now stood in my bathroom in the form of Dana Scully.
I silently flipped the covers back and slinked down to the foot of the bed for an unobstructed view. Her wet hair indicated that she had showered already and I was disappointed that I missed it. Usually a light sleeper, I would have happily been roused from my slumber to join her in an early morning libido workout. She stood in front of the mirror now, fully dressed from the waist down, but wearing nothing but a lacy white bra from waist up. She was putting her make-up on, preparing herself for the new workday and all that it had in store, whether it be expense reports, autopsies, or a high-speed chase after some unknown being. It struck me then that I had never seen her perform this simple act. It’s silly, I know, but it never occurred to me that she actually had to put the make-up on; it was always just there already whenever I saw her and I never stopped to think about the fact that she had to apply it each morning.
I was fascinated. I propped my head up on one hand and watched closely as Scully, my tough-as-nails and no-nonsense, brass-balled partner performed a girlish and feminine beauty ritual. It wasn’t as though she needed the cover-up and mascara and blush; she was one of those natural beauties that would look just as stunning without the benefit of such products. But I had to admit that it made her decidedly feminine and sexy as hell all at the same time.
“Mulder, you’re staring,” she said, still directed towards the mirror and applying eyeshadow. “What is it?”
I smiled. I was happy that she caught me. Instead of answering, I stood and made my way over to her. As I stepped, the floor creaked under my left foot, and it was that small, insignificant, and minute distraction that made me stop and take in the scene around me.
My apartment was not mine anymore.
It was typically a mess, dirty clothes strewn all over and piles of papers stacked on every available space. Usually, empty food cartons littered the floor and dirty dishes were left in the kitchen sink for days, if not weeks. Often, I would notice a stale smell in the air when I walked in after work; it was as if no one had lived there for ages.
Now, everything was different. She picked up after me. She cooked real food and brought it over for us to eat together. She kept a few changes of clothes in my dresser, and when she took them home to wash, she sometimes obliged me in taking some of my laundry, too. Now, as I walked the few steps from my bed to the bathroom, I could smell her perfume in the air. I could smell coffee coming from the kitchen.
My apartment had become ours.
I snapped from my momentary reverie, smiling like an idiot. I continued towards her and stopped when I was just a few inches behind her. She met my eyes in our reflections and shook her head at me slightly, a small grin forming on her lips.
“Is there a problem I should be aware of, Agent Mulder?” she asked playfully.
“No, Agent Scully,” I said and leaned down, brushing my lips across the arch of her neck. “Everything’s ship-shape out there. Any problems in here?”
She leaned back into me as I snaked my arms around her waist and trailed my tongue where my lips had just been. She tasted of lavender and honey. She was delicious and it was all I could do not bite down into her flesh.
“Mmmm…no…” she hummed contentedly.
I kissed hungrily at her now and my hands, having minds all their own, slid up to cup her breasts entirely. I squeezed her lightly and kneaded her flesh through the thin material that covered her. Still completely naked, I felt my cock twitch in delight. I moved my lips to her ear, biting her lobe gently first.
“Turn around,” I growled to her softly.
She obliged willingly and twisted her tiny body until she could capture my mouth with her own. She kissed me deeply and with a passion I would never tire of. Her arms wrapped around my neck to pull me down closer and her hips pushed hard into me. I met her tongue with my own and drank her with a desperate thirst. Our bodies molded into each other with such perfection, with such ease, almost as if they were meant to be.
She pulled back, the swells of her breasts rising and falling as she breathed deeply. Her eyes were dark and wild and her face was flushed. The look of lust was better than any cosmetic, if you ask me. I wrapped my hands around her waist and lifted her until her bottom rested on the porcelain sink. Her skirt rode up high as she parted her thighs to me. My fingers trailed down and under the bunched material at her midsection and eased their way under the elastic bands of both her pantyhose and underwear. I pulled on them slowly, inching them down the soft length of her legs. I bombarded her lips again when I had finally removed our only obstacles, my body cradled by hers and pushing against her with force. My cock, having already sprung up to attention, pushed at her impatiently. I rocked my hips and glided my shaft along her warm, inviting center, savoring the feel of how wet and welcome she felt.
“Now,” she breathed into my mouth, her hips struggling to meet my rhythm.
She sucked in a deep breath as I answered her request swiftly, gliding in until I was sheathed completely. Never mind that there was a bed just six feet away. I was convinced that this moment alone was what true bliss felt like. I began to rock my hips slowly, almost agonizingly so, relishing the feel of her body around mine. It was never as clear as it was at that moment, never as simple and true: I loved this woman and would do absolutely anything she asked of me. I would change my life completely if that’s what she wanted. I’d quit the X-Files, I’d quit the FBI, I’d move to a small town in Maine and become a lobsterman if that’s what she asked.
She rocked against me and all coherent thought trickled out of me within seconds. I could tell she was already close to her climax, her movements jerky, but purposeful. She leaned back slightly, supporting her weight with one hand gripped on the rim of the sink behind her. Her other hand latched onto my bicep, my hands holding onto her waist as I began to pound into her with gentle force. Her head flung back and I fixed my eyes on the open expanse of flesh before me, crimson with the heat of her body. I moved my right hand just enough so that my thumb rested over her clit. She moaned softly as I did so and moved her body in small circles of encouragement. I took her cue and worked my thumb over the highly sensitive spot until I heard her short gasps and felt her body go rigid. Her orgasm took her swiftly and completely and I watched in awe as the waves of obvious pleasure rippled through her body. I felt my own release building and I couldn’t enjoy the view for too long; the need to drive into her with all my might was overwhelming at best. I pulled out and pushed back in feverishly, sweat dripping of my brow and actual grunts escaping from my open mouth. She rode out her orgasm beneath me, milking my cock as her muscles contracted, and finally the sensations were enough to bring me over the edge with her. My thighs tingled and my balls tightened, leading to one of the most exquisite climax I have ever experienced. I jerked into her several more times before my hips would stop moving and the rest of my senses flooded back into my consciousness. My heart was beating wildly inside my chest and my hands were shaking with the aftershocks.
I pulled out of her with a groan and pulled her back into a more seated position and from against the mirror at her head. Her eyes were lidded and her mouth was turned at the corners in a contented smile. She lazily flung her arms up and around my neck to pull me in for a soft, lingering kiss.
“Damn, you’re sexy,” she muttered as we broke apart.
I gave her a lop-sided smile and pulled her once again, this time to her feet. Her knees seemed just as shaky as mine, so I supported her slightly with an arm around her waist.
“Hey, Scully,” I said. “Whaddaya say we blow off work, go drive up north, and have some fun?”
She lifted her head and despite the grin on her face, eyed me suspiciously.
“Why?” she asked. “Has there been another flukeman sighting? Did someone’s grandmother get abducted by aliens?”
I laughed in spite of myself. What I wanted was to run away and make this day last forever. If we happened upon a grandmother missing as a result of suspicious and/or unexplained circumstances, then all the better.
“Nah,” I said. “I just thought we could use a break. Maybe–”
“We can’t do that, Mulder,” she interrupted. “We have a meeting with Skinner this morning. You know that. Maybe this weekend, though.”
I nodded in agreement, knowing she was right. With one last, fairly long and open-mouthed kiss, I released my hold on her and stepped towards the shower. I opened the glass door and reached in to turn on the water, and the scent of her shampoo filled my nostrils. I breathed in deeply, welcoming it into my senses, and turned back around to leer at my lover.
“Hey, Scully,” I grinned. “Care to join me?”
“I’d love to,” she said absently as she kneeled down to retrieve her undergarments from the floor. “But if I get in that shower with you, we’ll never get to that meeting on time.”
“C’mon, Scully,” I pushed. “I’ll wash your back if you wash mine.”
She cocked her head and looked at me incredulously. What can I say? I’m incorrigible.
“Mulder…” she warned.
“You know you want to,” I teased.
She made no move, so I decided to give in and let her win. I rolled my eyes and nodded and turned around to step into the hot spray of water that awaited. Imagine my surprise when she quickly darted past me and pulled me in after her.
“I thought we–” I started to tease.
“Shut up, Mulder,” she said, pushing me against the tile wall as her lips pushed hard against mine.
It was going to be a good day.