Truth (8/12)         
by Fallon

Category: Post-The Truth/Pre-IWTB
Summary:  Just some fluff and smut.

Thank you to Singing_Violin for the beta!
     

Chapter 8

They left Bill's the following day, heading back out to
Churchill, Nevada. Mulder joked as they drove in how the last
place they needed was another small town. Scully didn't feel
the same way, though. She liked them, with their old world
charm and all-around good people. Not that Churchill was
small, with around twenty thousand people.

After a few hours of driving, they once again settled into a
small motel, paying cash and leaving fake names. 

It was surprisingly hot for fall, not anything like it had been in
San Diego. Or maybe they were just having a dry spell. And,
speaking of dry spells, she and Mulder hadn't slept together in
weeks. Not that a brief respite wasn't welcome; she did get
sore. But truth be told, she missed him. 

"Hey Scully, this room doesn't have any air conditioning." 

"I noticed," she said fanning herself with a tourist flyer she'd
picked up on the road. 

"They have bags of ice in the freezer down in the lobby," he
pointed out. "Do you want some?"

"Sure."

She turned on the TV to the comedy channel which, in her
opinion, was a bore. It was some guy bitching about having no
girlfriend because he was ugly. She switched it off just as
Mulder came in with a big bag of ice that was already dripping. 

"What are we going to do with all of that?" She raised her
eyebrow at him.

"Oh, I have a little something in mind," he said nonchalantly,
although she didn't buy it. Not for one second.

"Just a little something?" she asked. It was one of her little
ways of teasing him.

"Take off those clothes," he said, trying to sound commanding
but failing. He could never pull off the whole dominant thing.
She laughed good-naturedly and slipped out of her summery
dress. 

He popped open the bag of ice and pulled one out, placing it in
between her breasts. Then, he used it to trace her nipples, and
they hardened. She shivered and sighed with pleasure. 

He used the dwindling remains of the ice cube to trace a line
down from her sternum to her navel, letting it melt just before
it reached her light red curls. 

"Why are you stopping?" she asked. 

"It's your turn. Touch yourself." He saw the momentary
hesitation in her eyes. "For me," he added. That was all it took. 

He handed her another ice cube and she began carefully tracing
the line of her pubic hair. Then she moved it back over her
opening, teasing the inside and finding an odd, stinging
pleasure. She traced it up over her clitoris and she nearly came
from the contact alone. 

"Too much," she said with an airy chuckle. She tossed the ice
cube aside and began stroking her center, circling that special
place off to the side where it felt so good. She could feel her
release coming and then she shuddered around her fingers.

She lay back in bed, relaxing and recovering from her orgasm.
Then she looked up at Mulder and saw the straining in the front
of his jeans. 

"C'mere," she said. He walked over to her slowly and she
kneeled on the bed, facing the crotch of his pants. She slowly
unzipped them with her teeth, eliciting a moan from Mulder. 

She pulled him down on top of her and he had one arm around
her and used the other to free himself. She stroked herself again
in encouragement and she could feel the moisture building up
again. 

Just when she started to get aroused, she felt him plunged into
her core again and again, along with the slapping of his balls
against her ass. 

She was covered in sweat, and the glistening of it along her
hair line was all the more pleasing to Mulder who reached
down and kissed that spot near her temple. It was one of their
special places even when they were first working together.

She sighed with her head against the pillow and her back
arched up to meet him as he thrust back at her quickly. It wasn't
often that they made love this roughly, but it was so good right
now and she couldn't even think about that at the moment. 

Dana could tell by his face that he was close, and she wanted
him to know it was okay. "It's okay, you can let go. I already--."

As soon as the words left her mouth, she could feel him spilling
into her. For a brief moment she wished she could have another
child. But they had used up all their miracles.

He brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "You okay?"
he asked. "You look tired."
"Well, I'll be a lot better when you get over here." 

"Huh?"

"I want to cuddle."

He laughed, teasingly. "Never in a million years would I have
thought that the skeptical Doctor Agent Scully would want to
cuddle with a dweeb like me."

"Well, to be fair, I wouldn't have thought I'd be doing any of
what I've been doing the last couple of years."

"So, you didn't think we should be together? When we first
met, I mean?"

She rolled over to look at him. "I thought you were attractive
and I liked you a lot--but I was trying really hard after my last
two relationships not to breach protocol again. I didn't want us
to be involved for a while, at first, because I figured the work
was way more important, especially to you."

"Well, Scully, my work was important to me, and it still is. But
you're what's kept me honest, what kept me going for the
longest time. You taught me that sometimes you have to pick
your battles and decide what's more important: the love you
lost, or love that's yet to be found."