An Occasion, Or Discovering Each Other in Old Age
by Tessa Moore

E-mail: tess.moore.xf@gmail.com

Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully don't belong to me. 
I just let them out to play. 

Rating: NC-17

Summary: An evening out after Mulder's exhoneration.
Post-IWTB. 


********************

"I'm out of practice, Mulder!" He heard her calling
from behind the mostly-closed bathroom door. He sat
on the bed, tugging impatiently at the collar of 
his shirt, wishing he'd simply refused to wear the 
monkey suit. Smiling somewhat, he straightened his
bow-tie and resolved not to complain. He chuckled
at the thought of some of the medieval-type torture
devices his partner liked to call underwear. Then,
he reveled in the thought that they'd been living
together so long, she was no longer uncomfortable 
with him knowing she wore Spanx. Almost twenty 
years... Occasionally, he's overtaken with the 
thought of how time has gotten away with him. 

"Out of practice?" He called back. "At which part?
The ass-kissing or the dress?" His mind going back
to the underwear, he wondered what he'd be taking 
off of her that night. In his thirties, he'd have 
been shocked if he'd found Scully wearing one of 
her myriad thigh and hip slimmers. Now, he was well
aware of her need to mask the non-existent flab she
claimed had overtaken her thighs. She saved them 
for special occasions, and if any male of the 
species asked him, he wouldn't admit it. But, he 
enjoyed them. Taking her home after a night out, he
could unwrap her like candy and revel in the 
intimacy of it. 

It had been years since they'd gone out together for 
a special occasion. Their typical fare was pizza 
ordered in on Friday, him not able to leave the 
house. Apparently, there was a nasty rumor flying
around Our Lady of Sorrows Hospital that Dr. Scully
was a lesbian. She wore loafers and turned down 
every date she was offered. She'd been appalled 
when he told her the rumor was sexy. Imagine his 
surprise when he received an invitation for both
of them, on expensive stationary and stamped 
with the seal of the FBI. Assistant Director Walter
Skinner was finally retiring. Mulder didn't say
as much, but was somewhat hurt that he hadn't 
heard the news from Skinner himself. 

He finally heard her grunt through the door. "Both. 
You know how long its been since I've worn anything 
other than slacks or scrubs? I was never terribly
glamorous, but I did *used* to know how to put my
own make-up on everyday. I'm sorry you're still 
waiting." 

And with that, she hustled out the bathroom door, 
seeming to nearly fall over as she balanced on her
stilts for shoes. It caught him as somewhat funny
that her ridiculous shoes, so much part of her past
persona, had been traded for sensible clogs and 
athletic shoes for surgery. 

"What are you laughing at, Mulder?" She almost 
whined. 

"Your shoes. You're so tall, Scully. I'd almost 
forgotten that you used to wear those things every
day." 

"Apparently I have, too." She carefully walked over
to him, reaching for his arms to straighten his 
cuffs. "Besides, is that ALL you have to say?" She
peered up at him imploringly. 

He took a moment to soak in her appearance, not 
wanting to fail the test. Her long hair was pulled
back in a simple, elegant chignon, accentuating her
gorgeous neck. He'd always had a thing for her neck.
She'd gone the route of Little Black Dress. He was
glad; it had always worked for her. The little back 
dress was meant for women of mystery, and she'd 
always been the greatest combination of 'look at my
perfect face' and 'hands off, or I'll shoot you'. 
It always made him eager to show her off, letting 
the insinuations keep her away from other men. The
dress was form fitting, with thin straps almost off
the shoulder, allowing her pristine white skin to 
shine against the solemn black. The flare of the 
skirt was extremely alluring, puffing out to enhance
her already distracting backside. 

"How is it that you're still with me, Scully?" He
smiled, and knew he'd said the right thing. He 
wasn't being facetious or funny. He wondered every 
day. 

"Are you kidding, Mulder? A woman in her mid-forties
can't exactly be picky." Her grin widened with 
mischief. 

He chuffed. "If you'd have let me out of the house
every now and then, I might have been able to work 
out. Admit it, you just wanted me to be your slave."
He let out a dejected sigh. "Fatten me up, and then
leave me so you can be one of those 'cougars', 
right? I go out of my way to compliment you, I wear
this monkey suit, and all you can do is make fun 
of me, huh?"

"Well, you may be going soft, but I wouldn't kick 
you out of bed." Her wide grin was easy and spirited.
"You look cute in your monkey suit."

"In that case, how about a quickie before we head out?"
He raised his eyebrows suggestively, grinding his 
hip into hers, enjoying her taller stature. 

"Are you kidding, Mulder? In these underwear, it'd
be tomorrow before we made it to the banquet. Let's
get going." 

As she walked out ahead of him, Mulder smiled in 
appreciation and generically thanked whoever was 
responsible. 

******************

"We haven't really stopped to discuss how awful this 
night might be, Scully." Mulder was quiet as he stilled
the car engine. Sitting two blocks down from the FujiMar 
Downtown, He shook his head in shame. What was skinner 
thinking? He could see the pink and purple light emanating 
from the large warehouse-style restaurant, spilling out 
onto the street. Between the government-issued sedans and
trendy hybrids, their Acura may as well have been a 
swollen, purple thumb. He turned to glimpse Scully, a 
similar purplexed look upon her face. 

"I know. I was just thinking that I can't believe I 
got dressed *and* consented to this long, miserable car
ride in said dress, for an evening I won't even enjoy." 
Her smile was crooked. "But then I remembered: I used 
to do things like this all the time, under the guise of
professionalism and 'following orders'. Funny how time 
changes a person." 

He nodded his agreement. "Can you imagine what things
would have been like if we'd stayed with the bureau?"
Sitting in the dark car, their thoughts turned
interospective. "I can't imagine what I'd have done 
with the rest of my life if I'd never made love to you,
Scully." 

Her face softened as she gazed at him from across the
car. She reached for his hand, binding it with her 
own atop the console. "You know, Mulder; Your unending
sweetness never fails to surprise me. I know I told 
you that your drive made me fall in love with you. But
its the way you show and tell me you love me every day
that keeps me around." 

The kiss shared over the console was sweet, slow, and
familiar. Mulder reveled in the softness of her mouth,
so unchanged by time. Despite her softness, she was 
always an aggressive kisser, and she was the first to
push the kiss deeper. Turning to Mulder more fully, she
let out a groan when his hand pushed against her breast.
With flair, they separated, both catching their breath. 

"Gotta go, Mulder. Let's go kiss A.D Skinner's ass one
more time." He liked it when she smiled wide - her 
dimples were the cutest thing he'd ever seen. "For old
times' sake, Agent Mulder." 


********************

Walking into the front door of the restaurant come 
banquet hall, Mulder and Scully passed disturbed looks 
between them. Both were thinking about leaving. They 
could always just tell Skinner they had the stomach flu.
The restaurant was new-agey and huge. The floors were a
polished concrete, and the walls left bare warehouse 
style. The various serving tables were full of uniform
little sushi rolls, lined up like soldiers ready for 
battle. 

"What the hell?" Mulder muttered under his breath. He
turned to whisper to Scully. "Do you think its possible
*they* could have labotomized the AD? Scully, this is 
TRENDY." 

She didn't say anything, still in a cloud of wonderment
at the room. Some sort of driving, pounding music wafted
through the large hall. Mulder thought he could hear a pot 
lid rammed against the wall to the beat of the music. "I 
don't know, Mulder. I could be wrong, but... I think 
we're getting old." 

Agents were scattered across the large hall, clumped 
into their various cliques. It was refreshing to see that
some things hadn't changed. Their faces were young, 
ambitious, and drunk. Mulder was relieved when he realized
he was finally so old he didn't recognize half the people
there. In the world of law enforcement, he was a dinosaur.
Pushing 50, If he'd stayed with the bureau, he'd be forced 
into a desk job within the next couple years. God knows 
advancement was never part of the "Mulder four year plan".

"Come-on, Mulder." Scully nudged him. "Let's go sit at the
bar until we see the A.D. Then, we can get the hell out of
here."  

Continuing in pessimistic fashion, Scully frowned when she
noticed that the barstools, in their "I've got to be cool
so I defy gravity" design, had no foot rests. Mulder 
couldn't help but chuckle as he watched her try and climb
her way up the barstool without breaking an ankle in 
deference to her shoes. Scully had never been klutzy, but
she was making up for it in middle age. Finally, he held 
her steady while she slipped herself up onto the stool. 
Her smile was bashful, and she avoided his eyes. He 
didn't bother to tell her that she'd already caught the 
attention of the bartender, who was watching her closely 
from the corner. 

"What can I get you folks?" The guy was congenial, likely 
in his forties, with bulky muscles and sweat dripping from
his forehead. He Smiled at Scully for a couple extra seconds,
and Mulder saw her look to him for support. She never took
flirting gracefully, always somewhat awkward and unsure of
why someone was interested in her. He loved it.

"Uh," She stuttered a little when Mulder looked to her to 
order first. "I'll have a Corona, please." She smiled 
shyly. 

"Same." Mulder smiled openly to the bartender. He wished
he could tell the guy he had great taste without Scully
castrating him in his sleep. 

"So, when *did* we get so old, Mulder?" She looked somewhat 
disturbed. 

Mulder thought about it for a moment. "Well, I don't know.
Maybe its all those years of being in a quiet house, but 
this place is about to drive me nuts." He waited for the 
bartender to set their drinks down, handed him the credit
card for holding, and continued. "I have a hard time 
thinking of us as old. In my mind, I'm forever that self-
made hero in a trench coat who happens to carry a really
cool gun."  

"We're not old, Mulder." Scully smiled. "We're just past
that time in our lives. I can't say that I miss it."

"I wish I'd known you as a teenager. What were you 
really like?" His eyes searched her. "I mean, I know you
were academically proficient and that you had your life
somewhat mapped, but what were *you* like?"

Scully thought back, and found it difficult to believe
that they hadn't had this discussion before. She didn't
tell him that she'd had conversations with two criminals
about her rebellious life as a teenager. And both within
a year of each other. That had been the worst year of her
life. 

"I was dedicated, but unable to constantly keel to my 
family's demands." Mulder was cowed at her suddenly 
somber tone. "Truth be told, Mulder... I was an angry 
teenager. I didn't know it at the time, but I was. I 
lived in the shadow of an older sister who was in 
constant motion. She was beautiful, and vital, and adored.
I was the nerd who desperately wanted to be the bad girl
riding on her boyfriend's motorcycle. But I was too scared
to get what I wanted. That's why I'm thankful to be so far
removed from my youth - I know who I am. And I have 
nothing to be angry about anymore." 

"I'm sorry, Scully." He was quiet. "I guess I'd always 
assumed you'd had the ideal childhood. You have such a
tight, normal family. I suppose the grass is always 
greener, right?" 

She just nodded. "I used to go to clubs, you know."
She flashed him a provocative smile. "Not when I was a
teenager; I got carded everywhere I went. But in college,
I stepped out a little. I was desperate for a chance 
to *not* study. Got myself into a little trouble a 
couple times." 

He raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "You always keep
me guessing, Scully." His eyes were twinking, and she
could see the gears shifting in his head. "Shoplifting?"

For a moment, she thought she'd keep him guessing, but
decided to put him out of his misery. "Defacement of 
public property." 

The look on his face was so intensely surprised, she 
laughed out loud. "I got drunk with some girlfriends 
and stole a stop sign. We were so wasted, we didn't 
see the cop eating donuts across the street." 

Scully was overjoyed to see him drop his head back and
let out a bellowing laugh. They laughed together for 
several moments, just enjoying the comfortable 
company. 

"Did you ever get arrested as a kid, Mulder?" Her smile
was so wide, she thought it might get stuck. 

He shook his head, "Naw." He smiled. "The dangers of 
growing up on a small island - everyone knows everyone.
The cops picked me up drunk a couple times as a 
teenager, but they'd always just give me a ride home 
and a stern talking-to. Truth is, they knew what 
happened to me and my family, and I probably got away
with some things I shouldn't have." 

Scully nodded silently, staring down at her empty 
beer bottle. There was nothing more to say on the 
subject. Finally, she looked up, and saw a flash of
Skinner's bald head over Mulder's shoulder. 'Thank 
God', she thought. 

"Sir!" She shouted to be heard over the increasingly
annoying music. Unfortunately, half the men nearby 
were over 40, and all turned to see who the babe at 
the bar was shouting at. Scully rolled her eyes when 
she saw four beaurocratic types smile, wink, nod, or
waggle their respective eyebrows at her. Thankfully, 
Skinner had noticed and came right over. He appeared
to be somewhat buzzed, his smile wide and receptive. 
Scully mused that he still looked amazing for a man
in his late 50's. She'd always appreciated his rock-
hard body attached to the face of a teddy bear. She'd
probably have ended up with him at some point, if not
for Mulder. She'd always felt that Skinner wanted her,
but never said as much. In the end, she regretted the 
lonely life he'd lived, always believing that he was 
an intensely loyal and gentle man who deserved to find 
the same. 

She wasn't sure she'd ever seen her former boss so 
jovial. He made no show of shaking hands, but laid a
quick hug on both of his former subordinates. "Mulder!
Scully! I'm so glad to see you!" 

Mulder winced a bit. "Wouldn't have missed it for 
world, sir. Enjoying the festivities, eh?"

Skinner chuckled. "Actually, this has been the most
miserable day of my life. I can't wait until these
assholes go home so that I can proceed to have 
nothing to do with kissing FBI ass again."

"Whoo!" Mulder let out a little cheer. "What is 
with this place, sir?" His voice was quiet, not 
wishing to offend anyone nearby. 

"I have no idea, Mulder. Its the most obnoxious 
banquet I've ever been to, let alone one in my honor. 
Truth is, I got a call saying that some higher up 
wanted to spend the money on the event. I've never 
been anywhere so annoying in my entire life." 

Scully chuffed. "We were concerned that we were just
getting old." 

Skinner let out a belly laugh. "Scully, if you're 
old, I'm practically a corpse. I don't want to 
step on any feet, but you look amazingly beautiful
tonight."

For a moment, Mulder felt anger rising in his belly.
He knew Skinner had always had a thing for Scully. 
When he first 'came back to life', he'd noticed the
barely-repressed wanting in his boss. But when 
Mulder saw the respectful smile on Skinner's face, 
he couldn't be angry with the man. It was seemingly
uncharacteristic of him to so openly say such a 
thing to her, but he was no longer bound by the 
inner-workings of professional conduct. He was simply 
saying to Scully what he should have before they
left the house.  

Scully blushed, looking bashful and adorable. "Thank
you, sir." 

"You can both call me Walter. I'm sick of being 
'sir'. I'm turning a new page." Skinner smiled 
widely. "You two get out of here before this place 
gets any more pretentious. I'll call later and 
we'll have dinner - catch up the right way." 

Mulder let out a sigh of relief, and Scully smiled
at his obvious joy, standing to hug Skinner one 
more time. "Thank you for all you've done for us. 
You're just as much responsible for us being alive 
to tell the story as anything else."

"I wouldn't change a thing." For the first time 
that night, Skinner looked like his old self. 
"You two go home." 

*****************

"I can't wait to have you." He whispered frankly in
her ear as they made their way out the door. The 
cooler night air was refreshing on their skin. The
place had just been heating up, the air gathering 
humidity with each additional body on the dance floor.
Scully mused that she'd rather sit on her couch with
a pint of Ben & Jerry's. 

Mulder's words caught her by surprise. Occasions 
such as these were rare these days. She usually came 
home exausted, unable to do little more than eat, bathe
and sleep. Sex was the last thing on the list on week
nights. At his low, soft whisper, she felt a twinge in
her lower belly, her mental excitement slowly trickling
down to affect the rest of her body. 

"Oh, yeah?" Her voice was low and wanton, the way he
used to say he liked it. It brought her back to a time
when their bodies were new to each other, and simply 
uttering words about their various forbidden spots 
was enough of a turn-on for a lifetime. "What'cha 
gonna do about it, Agent Mulder?" 

He smiled like a kid in a candy store. Christmas had 
come early. "There's a hotel up the street..." He 
waggled his eyebrows at her, much like the men in 
the bar had done. Only, when he did so, it was 
incredibly endearing. She looked up through her 
lashes at him and nodded her agreement. 

In his excitement, he grabbed her wrist and dragged
her running down the street. His hubris deflated a bit
When he felt her stumble behind him. "Scully, you ok?"

She giggled from her position, sprawled on her back in
the middle of a city sidewalk. "I told you I'm old, 
didn't I? I tripped on my own damned shoes." She was 
laughing whole-heartedly. It was a rare occasion indeed,
Mulder thought. 

With mock difficulty, he hoisted her up from the 
sidewalk. With a hasty, slightly-alcohol aided decision,
Mulder bore her up into his arms while she laughed,
holding the offending shoes in her arms. "I never 
thought of you as a hopeless romantic, Mulder." She
teased him through her laughter. 

"I'm not! I'm just extremely horny." He paid no 
attention to the two teenaged boys who stopped to 
laugh at his louder than intended proclamation.

With less trouble than you'd anticipate while carrying
a fully grown, giggling woman, Mulder procured a room 
with incredible speed. It was not a cheap place, and 
the room was plush, romantic, and beautiful. Scully 
took a moment to enjoy her surroundings. "Wow, Mulder... 
This almost makes up for all those crummy motels." 

"I don't care..." He muttered while he dropped her 
onto the heavily covered bed. 

"Remember that dive in Texas? I can't believe I let
you fuck me in that shower." She was still smiling 
widely, her two drinks brightening her countenance 
and loosening her tongue. 

He smiled at her sailor's mouth. He'd always found
great pleasure in the fact that his partner had a
flair for foul language. She could out-wit him in 
the game anytime. 

"Maybe we can take a bath after we tire each other out."
His smile was deeply predatory. Watching his pupils 
dilate as he repeatedly licked his lips, Scully felt a
rush of wetness pool between her legs. 

Their eyes locked on each other, Mulder slowly began 
undressing. He was careful to make a show of it, making
her laugh openly when he flexed his muscles then turned
to wiggle his ass at her. "Maybe you should apply to 
Chippendale's, Mulder." She giggled. 

"Naw... I'm no Chris Farley." He joked. When he turned
around, he saw her hand moving up under her little 
black dress. "Don't you dare!"

She jumped, and he realized he'd shouted. She looked
at him questioningly, like the three year old caught
with one hand in the cookie jar. She was tempted to 
say "Nothing!". 

"No... I wanted to undress you." He smiled, relishing
the opportunity to tease her. "You know how those 
granny panties turn me on." 

"Mulder!" Her voice was outraged. "They are *not* 
granny panties! Its a SLIMMER." She was sure to 
elongate the word, further exaggerating her point. 

"Mmm... I don't care what you call them." He crept up
to her, resting his hands on her hips. "It doesn't 
change the fact that I have some sort of odd attraction
to them. Its like a car wreck... I just can't look 
away." 

"Mulder..." She trailed off, laughing. "You're a truly
sick man, you know that?" 

"I just can't help it, Scully. If that makes me sick,
well, so be it." He was chuckling now, giving in to 
the silliness. 

But neither partner laughed when he fell to his 
knees on the floor, kneeling before her at the end of
the bed. She raised herself up on her elbows to 
watch while he lifted her skirt and laid eyes on 
the so-called 'granny panties'. They were no stranger
looking than a pair of biking shorts, but nothing 
would change his excitement at whose skirt he was 
looking under. Some moments, his world expanded, and 
he was taken in by the surreal knowledge that she 
was his. 

He was gentle as he peeled the firm fabric from her
waist. She was nice enough to lift her hips and aid
him in pulling the offending garment off. He was 
surprised to find another pair of underwear beneath
the slimmer. These were slinky, black, and barely-
there. 'It really is like unwrapping candy,' He kept
the thought to himself. He was reminded of the first 
time they slept together, and his surprise to find 
her wearing an almost unbearably sexy thong. It was 
a good thing he'd never suspected Scully of being an 
underwear collecter - he'd have driven himself crazy.

"You know, Scully... You don't really need that 
thing." He'd said it to her before, but never while 
staring at her crotch while she panted above him. He
could smell her. 

"I appreciate the sentiment, Mulder." Her voice was
light and sarcastic. 

"I mean it." He was solemn; dead serious. "You've 
got the most beautiful body. There's nothing about
you I don't love." 

He could see tears welling in her eyes. He didn't
usually go for tears during love-making. 

"I love..." He thought for a second, "Your toes;
Your feet." 

He surprised her by taking her left foot into 
his palms and laying gentle kisses along the 
bottom of the foot, caressing the strong, 
functional bones that held her up every day. She
gasped when he took the big toe into his mouth,
lavishing the little limb with his tongue, 
swirling about within his mouth. 

'Jesus', Scully thought. 'Almost twenty years 
together, and he's never made love to my foot 
before'. 

"Mmm." He groaned. "And I love your calves. They
drive me crazy. They're so toned and muscular. They'd
always be peeking out from under your skirt, like 
this little glimpse beyond my professional partner.
Your shoes were always "Fuck me" heels, so they'd 
be extended, and flexed when you walked." 

He kissed his way up her left calf, then slowly 
swirled his tongue around her knee-cap. She smiled 
at him, but watched with curiosity when he raised 
her leg up straight, extended into the air. To her
surprise, she almost screamed when she felt his 
tongue smoothing over the backside of her knee, 
then work its way slowly down her thigh until he 
was practically kissing her ass. 

"I know you say you've got flabby thighs, but they
look flawless to me." His voice was barely louder
than a whisper. "And I don't know if anyone's told
you this before, but you've got the greatest ass in
the world, Scully." 

He looked up at her from between her legs to catch
her blushing at his words. "You think I'm kidding? 
To me, its perfect. Firm, round, and just big enough
to fit in the palms of my hands."

He reached under her to cup her rear-end, 
grasping it from underneath her. He made a show
of flexing the large muscle, kneeding it firmly. He
smiled when she let out a deep groan of pleasure,
dropping her torso back onto the bed. 

"And your pussy..." She raised her head to look at
him, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, I know you don't 
like that word..."

He was slowly pulling down the wicked little black 
panties, dropping them to the floor and staring 
between her legs in deep concentration. Scully 
blushed at the intensity of his gaze. "I know you 
don't like that word, but it describes you so 
perfectly. Petite, pretty, well taken care of. Its
not my favorite thing about you, but its pretty
high up on the list." His smile was sly, and he
knew he had her right where he wanted her. Taking
in her flushed cheeks and chest, panting breaths
heaving her breasts high and proud. She dropped
her head and closed her eyes, waiting in 
anticipation of his touch. 

Feeling evil, he bent low and pulled her legs up
over his shoulders, close enough to her apex for
her to feel his breath. She was unconsciously 
flexing her hips, pushing her sex up towards his
face. With calculated precision, he slid his hands
back under her ass, wrapping this thumbs back 
around to hold her labia open. He allowed a couple
seconds for the air to swirl around her open legs,
increasing her frustration. With a knowing smile,
he blew soft puffs of breath across her clit, 
watching in pleasure as her hips suddenly pumped
into the air, anxiously seeking his mouth. 
Resolved to finally taste her, he reached between
his thighs to trap his dick, relieving some of
the terrible pressure. 

With one swift motion, he buried his entire face
between her legs, his tongue running from opening
to clit and everywhere in between. He rejoiced in
the familiar, salty taste of her. Scully let out
a bellowing moan, finally getting just what she'd
been hoping for. Her hips were tense while she 
pushed wantonly into his face. While his pointed
tongue lapped at her opening, his nose was happily
tapping her clit, driving her crazy. 

Looking up from his position, Mulder was caught 
by another wave of arousal. There was something 
about going down on a fully-dressed woman. It felt
different, and dangerous. It felt as though her dad
might walk in and find them. 

Finally, he moved on to the pulsing bundle of 
nerves, slowly swirling his tongue up toward the 
top of her swollen slit. He made quick work of 
tracing the alphabet along the hardened little nub.
Somewhere around the second "S", he feld her ass 
cheeks clenching beneath him and he drove into the
one spot while she shuddered around him. She was 
quietly mewling above him, never one for shouting 
during orgasm. Holding his tongue still against her
clit, he rode the orgasm out with her, waiting until
her hips stopped jerking before removing his tongue.

He quietly stood, shedding his pants and boxers,
but his eyes never leaving her face while she 
recovered. 

"Jesus, Mulder..." She was somewhat hoarse, and 
extremely flushed. "That was incredible. We're 
going to have to make up some excuses to do this 
more often." 

"I could live the rest of my life with my face 
between your legs, Scully." She blushed at his 
honesty. "You just let me know when." 

"Get over here... I think I'm still overdressed,
and now I'm just a bag of bones... I can't get up." 
She pouted at him and he laughed. Scully rolled over
onto her stomach, allowing him access to her zipper.
He made quick work of the dress, but was careful to
lay it against a nearby chaise rather than throw the
expensive material on the floor. 

He was surprised to find that she wasn't wearing a
bra. "No bra, Agent Scully? You were willing to wear
that medieval torture device around your ass, but 
you have no problem going bra-less?" He teased. 

"The dress was firm enough." She smiled over her 
shoulder at him, lifting her ass in the air at him.
"I hate strapless bras." 

She was speaking matter-of-factly while she spread
her legs to afford him a view of her dripping sex. 
Sometimes, he was surprised to find that she still
drove him crazy. He used to be so shocked to find 
out that his somewhat repressed partner was extremely
responsive and participatory in sex. He studied her
backside as closely as he did the front, enjoying
the round shape of her ass sliding down into the 
slim, muscular column of her back, all covered in
a sweat-slickened sheet of unmarred white skin. 

He grunted while he climbed onto the bed, settling 
the length of his body along hers, their hips lining
up tightly. Taking her from behind was a different 
experience for both of them. Their size difference
meant that she was dwarfed beneath his comparatively
hulking body. They both shuddered in appreciation 
when his cock slid into her, her passage tightened by
the changed position. 

Mulder felt feral as he pumped into her, his hips 
pushing into her in an animalistic rhythm. As he 
gained speed, her knees began leaving the bed while
he ground his hips into hers. He groaned at the feel
of his balls slapping up against her body while he 
thrust. Scully was quietly groaning and sighing again,
not loud, but communicating her enjoyment. 

Without warning, he flipped her onto her back, 
entering her again with no hesitation and pumping 
into her with a loud, wet smack. This time, she let
out a loud groan as she felt the head of his penis 
butt up against her cervix. In turn, she could feel 
herself convulsing around his moving cock, milking 
him with her impending orgasm. Without warning, she
came, crying out incoherent words while her body 
clamped down on him tightly. He was only seconds 
behind, continuing his tightly-wound rhythm while 
she recovered. 

Mulder leaned back on his heels, watching himself
pumping into her. It was always a wonder to watch
their bodies intermingling. Her wetness bubbled 
around him, and he thought he looked huge plunging
into her tight body. Silently, she wrapped her 
legs around him more firmly, her feet rubbing up
against his ass. It was enough. His groan welled 
up from deep in his chest while he came hard, 
emptying out into her body. 

He watched her while he caught his breath, smiling
up at him adoringly. Her eyes were bright and glassy;
high on life. Her smile broadened and her dimples 
exposed themselves to him again. "Thank you." It 
was all she said. 

He shuddered when he pulled out of her, watching his
semen pool and pour out of her reddened, still-
swollen opening. "Let me get something to clean you
up". He went to get up. 

"Don't, Mulder." She pulled on his arm, forcing him
down next to him. "I like feeling you inside of me,
even after you're gone." 

They arranged themselves so that they could pull the
bedcover up around themselves and settled into each
other, Mulder wrapped tightly around her, legs 
intertwined. As they sat in silence, he caressed her
breast lovingly, only touching, absently playing with
the hardened nipple. 

"Is it my breasts?" Scully asked. 

"Hm?" Mulder was near sleep. "What'd you say?"

"You said my vagina isn't your favorite thing about me."
He chuckled internally at her dislike of his choice 
word. "Is it my breasts?" 

For a second, he thought he might feign sleep and leave
her guessing, but decided he'd done that enough. "No. 
its not your breasts, although, I love them dearly."
He yawned, and Scully thought he'd never answer her.

His voice was weak, and foggy with impending sleep. 
"It's your eyes. You have beautiful eyes." And he 
slept. 

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