Truth (10/12)        
by Fallon

Category: Post-The Truth/Pre-IWTB
Thanks once again to Singing_Violin for the beta read.


Chapter 10

The following morning, Mulder got out of bed to make coffee.
He figured Scully would need it after being so stressed the day
before. He made it with one cream, no sugar, just the way she
liked it.

He was pouring a cup for himself when she awoke and came to
the suite's kitchen in a soft, pink robe, tying it shyly around her
waist as if Walter Skinner were about to come through the door.

She still worried about that. What would happen if Mulder
were lured back into the FBI? Would he forget her and go back
to trying to save a long-dead Samantha?

"You okay?" he asked her as he handed her a cup, stirring her
from her disturbing thoughts for the time being.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said, taking the cup from his hand.

"What were you thinking about?" he asked her. "You looked
like you were worrying. Don't tell me you're fine."

"You know me well," she replied, stirring her coffee slowly
with a spoon.

He laughed. "You don't even trust my coffee making abilities."

A smile pursed at the corner of her lips. "I do trust your coffee
making abilities, just not your ability to distribute the cream evenly."

"Maybe it would be easier if you had more cream." He smirked.

"Oh, please, I have plenty of cream."

He put his coffee down and snuggled up behind her, hugging
her. He leaned in for a kiss, but she stopped him. "I haven't
brushed," she explained. He ducked again, instead planting
kisses over her chin, cheeks, and neck.

When he reached the corner of her robe, he silently asked for
permission before pulling it down. He traced the lines of her
belly, remembering the brief time he had seen her carry his son.

He placed a kiss over her navel, then little ones down to the
hair down there. He brought his hand to her center and made
little circles around her clitoris. He wanted the pleasure to be
all hers, and he knew it was by the small sounds he heard
coming from deep in her throat.

She sighed as she grew closer and closer to the precipice of
pleasure, and when the waves finally came over her, she cried
out. What their motel neighbors must have thought. Scully
pulled the robe back on herself and reached for her coffee,
taking a tentative sip. "You're all hot and bothered," she teased.
"Don't you want to do anything about that?"

He waved a hand. "No I'm good. It'll go down."

"It could."

"No, I mean--."

"You deserved that for all the shit I put you through with Phoebe."

"Very true." She was not the type for denial. "It wasn't *that*
bad though, was it?"

"What do you mean?"

"We're bound to run into people sometimes. Some of those
sometimes they will be people we don't like," she said, running
a finger down his chest.

"I used to like Phoebe way back, before she cheated on me."

"Have you ever cheated on anyone?"

"No. You? And I don't mean what happened with Daniel, I
mean like on your end?"

"No." She paused. "You know I would never--."

"I know. I just wanted to swap dirty stories with you."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm not doing that. Especially not with
your *condition*."

He looked wounded and defeated, and he desperately needed a
new cup of coffee because his was too cold.

"Fair enough," he said. He went to warm up a new cup of
coffee, and when it was done microwaving, he took little sips
as if he were contemplating where his next cup on coffee was
going to come from. And that he was.

"So, you're giving up on the dirty stories, then?" She pursed her
lips. "A little early for that, don't you think?"

"Okay, what school grade were you in when you first had sex? I
was in tenth."

"Med school. Does that count as a grade?"

"Ever smoked pot?"

"Once. Also in med school. Final exams. Big mistake. You?"

"I plead the fifth," he said.

"How old were you for your first real drink?"

"Eleven."

"Really, Mulder. Eleven?"

"How about you?"

"Freshman year of college."

"Were you hoity-toity, Scully?"

She laughed, but it was clear she was at least partially offended.
"No. I just did what my parents told me to do. Most of the time."

"Key word on most of the time. I'll have to remember that."

She went over to the bedroom area and let her robe fall to the
floor. She stood, stark naked, going through her duffel bag. She
grabbed a change of clothes and headed for the shower just
when Mulder was starting to get all excited again.

"You coming with me?" she asked.

He didn't have to be asked twice. Once inside, they washed
each other intimately, but also made sure they were actually
getting clean. However, it wasn't long before he was thrusting
into her from behind, hands on the wall to steady the two of
them. She was panting and gasping as she came, and he
followed soon behind her.

After they got out and dressed, Scully turned to him.

"Mulder?"

"Yes?"

"I want to...uh...rent a house...Here. In Nevada."