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“If you are going to refuse to co-operate, then I will find other, less comfortable ways to hold you down.” Scully said, squeezing shaving cream into the palm of her hands whilst trying to rest the bottle in her lap. Mulder sat cross legged, impatiently restless on the bathroom tiles.
“Does that involve physical contact? You know I wouldn’t object to that.” He smiled as she began smearing it along his jaw line.

She raised her eyebrows, trying to resist his smile. “When I have a razor in my hand, you’d be surprised at what I can achieve.”
“You already are surprising me. I am amazed how many women don’t know what a razor is. Let alone how to use one.”
“Oh, I have my ways. Now hold still, and try not to speak, otherwise…whoops, you might need some medical attention.” Feeling the blade glide along his skin, Mulder stopped moving. His eyes were fixed on Scully, tracing the contours of her neck, her cool breath sending a tingling sensation through his body.

The need to touch or kiss her was unbearable, yet desirable. Many times before, he had often fantasised what it would be like to kiss Scully, or how he would go about doing it. Sometimes his imagination would run a bit on the far side, depending what had triggered the thought. Mulder predicted it would be exuberant or passionate, but the actual experience moments ago was breathtaking.
The sensation that reached his body, as he tasted her lips was incredible. Scully’s smooth skin was silk under his finger, her hair like fire curled around his fingers. Considering the possibilities of tonight, he was sure that was not the end of what was coming from her. Damn she’s so beautiful.
“What are you smiling about?” Scully asked, as soon as she saw a mischievous smile spread across his face. Placing the blade by the sink, she turned on the water to rinse his face.
“Nothing really.” Mulder shrugged, standing up. Still smiling, Scully splashed water on his face; thoughtlessly drenching his shirt, watching his expression as it coldly clung to his back.

“Scullaay!” He cried out, reaching for the shaving cream. Scully broke out with laughter, kissing him quickly on the lips. God he was gorgeous. How she possibly resisted this earlier was beyond her.
“Oh no you don’t!” She protested as he began spraying cream into his hands. “Mulder!”
Turning to run out of the bathroom, she dashed down the hallway, yelping in surprise as he grabbed her by the wrist. Spinning her around, Mulder attempted to grab her by the waist as she struggled to break free, smearing shaving cream along her arms. Scully clasped his hands, taking the shaving cream from him, before squirting it into his hair. Falling to the floor in laughter, they lay still with arms wrapped around each other. Eyes locked together; not able to look away, Scully smoothed a hand through his hair trying to remove the shaving cream.
“So I guess I’ll need a bath now won’t I?” He whispered into her ears. She laughed into his chest, before looking up again, as he kissed her gently.
“Well for starters, I’m going to get you out of this shirt. You are saturated.” She smiled, pulling him up from the floor, removing the buttons from his shirt, continuing to lock her mouth against his, growing fiercely passionate, not being able to resist holding back any longer.
Tossing his shirt against the wall laughing as it clung to the plaster before being pulled back into his embrace, she led him to the bedroom. Reaching from behind her, Mulder unzipped her skirt, placing butterfly kisses along the nape of her neck, feeling her skin under his touch. Scully trembled; grasping Mulder’s hands as they slipped inside her shirt, reaching to detach the bra that restrained him from further exploration, before he began the with the buttons on her shirt. She took a side step, removing the skirt that hung by her ankles, releasing his hands to begin working on his belt.
Mulder felt a wave of arousal as Scully moved her hands towards the buckle, working to get it off, placing gentle kisses on his chest. His stomach began to flutter as she slowly slid the belt through, pushing him backward onto the bed to pull his pants off, laughing when they got stuck at his feet.

Tossing her shirt away into the corner of the room, slipping off her bra and underwear, she prowled onto the bed, glad to notice that Mulder had removed his and was to her amusement, fully aroused.
“For six years I wondered what this would be like.” Scully said filled with desire, looking into Mulder’s eyes.
“Well I hope you aren’t disappointed.” He replied leaning up to kiss her.
“Oh believe me, I’m not.” She said smiling, pushing him down again, working her way towards his neck with her mouth. Mulder let out a small gasp, overcome by her appetite that was yet to be filled, feeling her move lower as she breathed coolly against the saliva that marked her kiss. He closed his eyes, enclosed by the stimulation she was creating that was almost unbearably tense.
Scully moved away from him, and opened a bedside drawer, reaching for a bottle of oil. Opening it, filling the air with an aromatic scent, she rubbed some oil onto her hands before placing it back onto the table.
“Scully that’s not going to be easy for me.” Mulder said as she gently rolled him over, massaging the oil into his muscular back with her hands, penetrating deeply with each movement, taking pleasure at each groan he made.
On her journey back, Scully stopped to look at the scar that remained from the gunshot wound, running her fingertips along it gently.
“They cleaned you up well.” She said, moving him back as she eased herself to rest against Mulder’s chest, placing a kiss where her fingers had been.
“I’m beginning a collection of gun shot wound scars, look here is where you shot me.” He rolled Scully onto her back leaning on his side pointing.
Scully smiled at him. “You deserved it.”
“Yeah, I probably did.” Mulder said returning the smile, running his hands over her chest along her side towards her hip. She pulled him closer to her body kissing him, feeling his hard erection pressing against her thigh.
“What was that oil you used?” He asked reaching for it to do the same as she had to him.
“I don’t know, but I know that it works.”
Rolling slightly onto her, he had his turn now, exploring with his hands and mouth.
Making his way down her feminine body, he caressed her breasts, tenderly kissing each nipple, enjoying the firm feel beneath his lips as the oil made it easy to slide his hands around her body. Scully let out a small gasp, feeling her heart throb faster at each move Mulder made further down, as he enjoyed the sounds that came from her.
He worked his hands into her lower back, feeling the sensation that was growing within her. Mulder had discovered another side to Scully he never knew existed. A side of a wild careless provocative nature that vibrated with rapture he craved to pursue.
Turning over, Scully began to wrap her legs around Mulder’s waist, clasping her hands entwined into his as he began to kiss her with more compulsion. She imagined that sometimes she could possibly spend her all the time in one day kissing Mulder. His mouth was enticing.
Finally he seemed satisfied, ready to fill an aching desire that was growing within him. Scully rolled over, and lay back trying to fight a nervous excitement that was growing inside her.

“Any last comments?” He asked, fighting back a smile.

“Mulder! Six years, C’mon!” She said, trying to hide the expression on her face, waiting.
Scully’s heart pounded so hard against her chest as Mulder began to ease his erect penis inside her, fitting close for comfort. She gripped the sheets tightly, biting back her lip from crying out as he began to move their bodies in a rhythm. Thrusting inside her, he moved slowly, gradually building up, driving almost to the point of pain but not so that it was beyond pleasure.
“Mulder…!” Scully cried out, not being able to hold it back any longer, reaching limits neither knew possible. Emotion within overwhelmed her as she encountered a side to Mulder she never knew existed. Her eyes became clouded, pools of black began to form as she moved with him. Mulder continued to thrust into her, penetrating deeply, energy flowing from one to the other. The climax was near, and he let out a groan that had been held. With one last effort, Mulder released the energy formed inside, a wave of content overcoming him, as he listened to the body beneath him writher with a hunger that was now filled.
Collapsing with exhaustion, he rolled onto his back as Scully lay breathing deeply until her heart had slowed down. Wiping the perspiration from her brow, she moved onto her front closing her eyes, leaning against Mulder who began to gently massage her neck, placing a kiss into her hair.
“Mulder, I don’t think we’ll ever come close to beating that.” She said after moments had passed.
He looked at her and smiled. “First impressions last.”
“Tell me, what was the last thought you had after you were shot?”
“You mean when I blacked out after you were taken away?”
“Mm.”
Mulder looked up at the ceiling in deep thought, before concluding. “Well, I was thinking when you pound against the closed doors of life, and the doors of death are open, welcoming you with beckoning arms you figure that there is only one choice remaining. But you’re wrong.”
“Wrong?” She asked, looking at him.
“There’s always something worth fighting for.” He smiled, looking at her, and then shrugged. “If I quit now, they win.”
Closing her eyes, Scully kissed him gently on the lips before sitting up.
“So now where do we go?” Mulder asked after he came to from thinking.
“I was figuring that a regular tumble in the office could be a bit obvious…” She began.
“Six years Scully, and in all my life I never thought I’d end up with you. Of course I dreamed about it, but that is another story.” He smiled, pulling her closer.
“Now, about that bath Mulder…”

- Scully eXtremis