Title: Possessions 5

Author: Angel

Disclaimer: Would CC let them do this? I didn’t think so. These characters are property of 1013, Fox network, yadda yadda.

Rating: NC-17, MSR Scully POV.

Summery: 5^th in a series. All you need to know is that M&S have lots of sex. Not much else to it =).

Feedback: You bet! Tell me what you want in Possessions 6 and you’ll get it!

"Possessions 5"

Have you ever felt like your heart is growing and breaking at the same time? That’s how I feel right now.

It’s 2:30 on a Saturday morning. Mulder is laying in my bed. I am watching him sleep. I love watching him sleep. He looks beautiful. Before I met Mulder I never thought a man could look beautiful, handsome: yes, gorgeous: of course, sexy: many men. But Mulder is only one who is all that and beautiful. Simply beautiful.

He is laying on his back, face towards me. The sheet is tangled around his nude body, one foot sticking out off the side of the bed. One hand resting on his stomach the other reaching towards me, palm up. His hair is tousled from my hands running through it, some falling onto his forehead. His lips still swollen and slightly open. And he smells of sex.

Absolutely beautiful.

Watching him like this makes my heart grow. Painfully large.

I love him so much, it is sometimes impossible to breathe.

Why is my heart breaking you ask? Because I don’t have enough room in it for all of this man. I’ve tried. Damn it I have tried. I’ve squished and shoved the contents around. I’ve even kicked out a few old residents. But he keeps on moving in. Everyday I learn something about him that needs to be filed away in my heart. So my heart is just at its breaking point. And damn it, if it isn’t the greatest thing I’ve ever experienced.

So everyday my heart grows a little bit more. Causing this crack that is forming in the side to spread. I need to find a way to plaster it closed before something happens.

Today my heart grew for the fact that he didn’t make fun of me for keeping the My Little Pony dolls I had when a kid. He laughed yes, but it was ‘that is so cute that you kept them’ laugh. Then, without teasing but with honest interest, he asked me which was my favorite and so on.

Yesterday it was that he when he went to the grocery store he bought things for me. I’m not talking about fat free milk or Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. I mean the shampoo that I usually bring on my own, a replacement razor, Caress soap, and tampons. Fox Mulder bought me tampons without being asked. He said he noticed I was running out of these things so he got them and knew I would need them soon. I got all teary eyed. At first he was worried that he pushed too hard, presuming that I would be staying all the time, like I don’t already. But I told him to shut up and kissed him. It has to be the sweetest thing any man has ever done.

So that’s why I am awake at 2:38 on Saturday morning. Because this man is making my heart overflow. And it that isn’t the most wonderful thing in the world I don’t know what is. But I do need to sleep. Why… cause our weekend usually consists of sex, sex, sex, some food, and more sex. This calls for some chamomile tea.

Slowly and as silently as possible I slide out of bed and wander on sleepy legs into the kitchen. I tried not to wake Mulder, but I doubt if it worked. His sleeping has become much more stable since we’ve been together. He doesn’t jolt awake at the smallest noise, he doesn’t have nightmares as often. But he isn’t a sound sleeper. But then neither am I. The moment I hear him come in my apartment I jump out of bed and go running. Pathetic huh? I have never been so open in a relationship before. Of course I never wanted to run to meet a man when he couldn’t come over in the middle of the night either. It’s not just for the sex either that I come running. I just love wrapping my arms around him. You see… he’s mine. And I claim him every moment I can.

I place the kettle on the stove and hear the soft slap of Mulder’s bare feet against the hard wood floor. I turn and lean against the counter and he stumbles in rubbing his face and tousled hair. He’s wearing the boxers I bought him, they are white with little lobsters all over them. He was concerned at first about having so many little claws near such an important place. I just thought they were cute.

He looks pretty cute right now. All rumpled and sleepy. Nothing out of the ordinary I guess. But after so many years of being alone for the most part little things like this are amazing to me. Like spending a lazy Saturday on the couch then turning to him and saying "Honey, what do you want for lunch today?" As usual he would reply with the request of a sandwich. I would follow by smiling sweetly and saying to make me while he was at it. These funny little moments have brought part of me back to life. Woken my heart.

"Everything all right?" Mulder asks as he pins me against the counter with his warm body, his arms on either side of me, his face in the crook of his neck.

"Mmm Hmm." My fingers dance over the smooth muscles of his arms and back. "I just couldn’t sleep." I give him a little push away from me. "Go back to bed, I’ll be there in a minute."

Grumbling he wraps his arms around my waist, his face still in my neck. "I’ll be waiting." With an opened mouth kiss he leaves me.

Leaves me… bad choice of words. He would never leave me. We can’t survive without one another. It’s really a simple fact.

With my hot tea I go back into the bedroom, already feeling sleepier. I place my mug on the bedside table and crawl in. It takes Mulder about three seconds to wrap me in his arms.

"You sure you are ok?"

I kiss his forehead were it rests on my shoulder. "Yeah. Everything is perfect."

He shifts and snuggles up against me more, his face level with my own. His breathing is deep and even, he will be asleep soon. I will to, I guess I didn’t need tea. I just needed Mulder to wrap me up next to him. I don’t fight to keep my eyes open, I just settle in against his chest, running my fingers through the crisp hair there. His hand mirrors mine on my back. I fall asleep before his fingers stop moving.

***

Mmm… I smell pancakes. Not just regular pancakes, but Mulder-made pancakes. I don’t know how he does it but there are the best pancakes in the world. Better then my mother’s… but don’t tell her that.

I climb of bed and all but race into the kitchen.

"Hey baby, I was about to wake you." Mulder adds what looks to be the last batch of pancakes onto the plate at ‘my’ chair.

"Mmm… The pancakes did." I continue making yummy noises, because I know they drive Mulder crazy, as I eat.

"I can’t eat another bite." I push my plate away and slouch in my chair.

Mulder smiles at me from across the table, he was finished eating ten minutes ago. "So what are we doing today?"

I stretch my arms over my head and stand. After walking the short distance to his chair I sit down on his thighs, my back against the edge of the table, my fingers running over his chest. "I need to go pick up my dry cleaning, buy a house warming gift for an old friend of the family’s, I need more pantyhose;" I pause and run my fingers through his hair. "And you my friend, need a haircut."

"Mmm… I know." He pulls me forward, his arms completely around my waist, his face in my neck. Just relaxing. Some times I feel like I can’t get close enough to this man. I’ve taken him in my body countless times, but I want him in my very pores. "Want to go do that then?"

"Fox Mulder… going to the mall on a Saturday? I don’t believe it."

He chuckles, his hot moist breath tickling my skin. He pulls away, his hands, supporting my weight, spaded across my lower back. "The sooner we get that over with the sooner we can confine ourselves to the bed for the rest of the weekend."

I lean forward and kiss him gently. Before pulling away I swipe my tongue over the corners of mouth tasting the last of maple syrup from his salty skin. "Sounds like a good plan. I’ll go take my shower." A quick kiss on his nose I get up.

"Don’t us all the hot water!" Mulder calls as I shut the door.

"You used most of the hot water." Mulder mumbles as he walks into the bedroom, towel wrapped around his waist and swings open the closet door.

"You just said I couldn’t use all of it."

"Not nice." He throws over his shoulder as he examines the sparse clothing choices he has here.

I walk up behind him, wrap my arms around his waist and kiss between his shoulder blades. "Sorry."

With one hand he pushes shirts aside on their hangers, with the other he reaches back and caresses the right cheek of my ass. I’m forgiven. That simple gesture shows it.

I gently lick the edge of his shoulder blade. Yum. Soft and smooth and Mulder. "You should taste this spot." I lick again for emphasis. "It’s delicious."

"Not that limber." He says with a friendly squeeze of my ass.

I lick again, more firmly.

He pats my ass. "You gonna let me go so I can get dressed?"

I shake my head against him, basically giving his spine an Eskimo kiss. I turn him around, not that he puts up a fight, and back him up against the wall next to the closet. I get up on my toes and kiss him gently. He responds in kind. I can feel his slight erection pressing up against my belly. I should do something nice for him. With another kiss I drop to my knees pulling his towel away. Mulder makes a small surprised sound but doesn’t say anything other then my name in a light airy voice as I take him into my mouth. He arches towards me slightly, growing harder and harder by the second. His skin is still fresh from the shower, his taste hard to find. But it’s there. And I lick and suck and roll my tongue around him searching for it.

I know what will happen after I do this; he will want to return the favor. But I’m not going to let him. I know he likes to go down on me, I like it myself, to put it mildly. But I owe him. I have really been pushing it with him sexually. Taking masturbating in front of him a little too far. Kissing a woman just to get a rise out of him. I’m still paying for that one. It took hours of convincing the next day-after we both recovered from extreme hangovers-that I have no interest in women whatsoever. I just wanted to tease him. Boy did it work. The sex for the next week was hard and fast and wonderful.

But it’s always wonderful. I guess that’s a cliché. Of course sex with the man you love is wonderful. You aren’t in love if it isn’t. He can be so tender sometimes I end up in tears. It’s the look in his eyes as he watches me. It is one hundred percent complete adoration. I just hope I look the same way when making love. By the number of times he has been moved to tears during it I’d say I am doing pretty well.

Mulder’s hand burying itself in my hair brings me back to my task at hand. I know he is close. I increase my efforts, hollowing my cheeks around him. Feeling his hot hard flesh swell more. His hips start short thrusts towards me, his hand pushing lightly so I meet each thrust. I don’t mind when he guides me. He does so very passively. It actually makes my work easier, I know what he needs this way. I can hear his raspy breathing and he thrusts hard into me. That hurt a little but I’m ok with it. I pull away slightly, still laving him in my mouth as he releases. He is bitter, strong and wonderfully Mulder.

I barely move out of the way before he slides down the wall. His eyes are heavy, his cheeks flushed, his lower lip swollen from his teeth, just begging to be kissed. So I grant his lips their wish. After a thorough kissing I pull away and stare at him.

With a sleepy smile he touches my cheek lightly. "Sorry about that." He’s referring to that last thrust.

"It’s ok." I smooth his bottom lip with my tongue for a moment.

"I’ll be with you in a minute sweetheart."

I stand up and straighten my clothing. "That one was on me." I drop a pair of jeans, shirt, socks, and boxers by the floor for Mulder to wear.

"You sure?"

I squat down and kiss him quickly. "Yep. Get dressed so we can get going." I’ll just ignore this ache in my body and go fix my hair.

I jump as Mulder comes up behind me and pulls me back against him. It was a slight reaction; I recovered the moment I caught the light scent of his after-shave and the familiar feel of his body. "That took a while." I turn to inspect his hair cut.

"I didn’t have an appointment, and my regular was booked for a while so I had to wait…. Do I pass inspection?" He asks as I run my fingers through his slightly damp hair, mussing it slightly. He won’t mind. "I told Rachel my girlfriend likes it longer."

"She does." I reply with a soft kiss on his chin. I am not one for public displays of affection. Unfortunately Mulder loves them. But then again I don’t mind showing him off. I have a handsome, sexy boyfriend, I have a right don’t I?

"Good." He leans down and catches a quick kiss before I can get away. "Almost done here?"

I hold up the light blue vase I picked out for the housewarming party. "Yeah I think this is nice. My mother said the living room is decorated in light blue."

"When do you have to go to this thing?" Aww, poor Mulder doesn’t want to be left alone. I can tell by the pout in his lips, the little one he doesn’t do on purpose.

I drag him over to the line of the check out. I hate the mall on Saturdays, we will be standing here for a good ten minutes. "Wednesday night… Why don’t you come with me?" He looks undecided. "Free food, free drink, my mother would love to see you, lots of boring old people to meet."

"You just don’t want to suffer alone." I look up with pleading eyes. "Oh ok. As long as there is food I’ll be happy…. Bill won’t be won’t there will he?"

I laugh and shake my head. He looked petrified.

"Where to now?" Mulder asks as he steers us through the hoard of teenagers in the center of the hallway.

In an answer I take his hand and lead him into a department store, too the back. Women’s hosiery. "Pantyhose." I say as I sort through the rakes looking for my size and desired colors.

"Christ! You pay $25 for these things!"

I wave a pack of thigh highs in front of his face, just for the look of desperate lust. "Yep… That reminds me, I think you owe me a few pairs."

"Well I am ending that habit today, thank you very much."

With my purchases under my arm, and in no hurry to stand in another line, I look around the assorted undergarment selection… Yes with the idea of teasing Mulder in my mind. "What do you think of these?" I hold up a sheer animal print bra, quite practical looking actually, and matching g-string, not so practical.

He makes a soft ‘Ahh’ sound and his mouth drops open. "Oh baby… you have to get that."

I giggle and look at the set again. "I don’t really need them… Mulder… is that Skinner?"

Mulder whirls around, completely loosing interest in my panty selection. "Wha- What is Skinner doing buying women’s underwear?" He pushed me behind a rake of freakishly large panties… Jesus I could fit four of me in one pair.

"Probably buying women’s underwear." He’s not listening to me at all. "Mulder, why are we hiding? He knows we are together."

Glancing down at me he frowns. "Ok… Let’s go." I tried to drag me towards the register but I have caught the shoppingbug. And I see a beautiful silk bathrobe that I must look at.

I pull him towards the rack. "Forget about Skinner. I want to look at this." I hold up a short silk robe, burgundy with a large white flower pattern. Oh I’ve got his attention now.

He scans the rack and pulls out a dark, deep red one. He loves rich colors like that. "I like this one better."

"Oh… so do I." I take it from his hands and examine it. I smile up at him after adding it to the expensive pile over my arm. "I like shopping with you."

He smiles softly then looks around with his paranoid expression. "Can we go now?"

"Yes, come on." We get in line, again. So there we are, innocently waiting to buy our women’s hosiery when someone walks up behind us. By God I try not to turn around, but I do. "Hello, sir." I say softly.

Skinner’s eyes grow wide when he looks down at me, wider when Mulder turns around. "Agents."

Don’t look, don’t look, damn it Dana don’t look at what he’s buying.

Fuck! I looked. Holy shit did I look!

Skinner has an armful, I mean armful! A Skinner sized armful, not my armful, of bras and panties and garters and I don’t even want to know what else. But a whole ex-military man’s bulky armload of women’s hosiery.

Judging by the way Mulder has tensed up he looked also.

"I can help someone over here."

Skinner mumbles a goodbye and takes off like a shot to the newly opened register to the right.

Mulder and I pay for our things in a stunned silence, we don’t speak until we are well away from the store.

"That was the most mortifying experience of my life… and that is saying a lot."

I look up at him a smile a little. "Yeah… That was pretty bad."

"Who the hell could he being buying those for?!"

I love him dearly, but he isn’t very smart sometimes. "Probably a woman."

Oh, he glared at me. "I know that… but WHOM?"

*****

Ah the art of seduction. It’s a wonderful thing really.

Here I am wearing my new robe, nothing under it might I add. I am pouring Mulder and I wine, it’s the same color as the silk. He hasn’t noticed I am wearing this yet. He is too busy watching a movie of some sort.

I walk up to the side of him, he is leaning his back against the arm of the sofa, his legs swung up on the cushions. He just got out of the shower a few minutes ago, saying he was itchy from the hair cut. All he put on was a pair of dark blue and green plaid pajama pants. And he looks good enough to eat. But I’ve already done that once today haven’t I….

"Whatcha watching?" I ask as I push my way between his legs to sit back into his chest.

"I don’t even know. I’ve been channel surfing." He brushes the hair away from my neck to kiss me softly. Pulling me back against him more securely, one of his legs fall off the side of the couch. His knee is the perfect place for my hand. "This is nice." He says running his hand over my belly feeling the satin. He leans back and sips his wine. He doesn’t seem to be in a hurry tonight. That’s fine with me, maybe he is saving his energy for tomorrow. The again maybe not; his fingers have slipped between the folds of cloth and tickle my skin with feather light touches.

I roll my head back onto his shoulder and turn so I can kiss the underside of his jaw. His day’s stubble is rough against my lips. With his hair damp, and a slight shadow of a beard he looks like some kind of model. Of course he isn’t wearing many clothes so I’m not sure what he could be modeling. And I am biased, I’ll admit that much. But he is hot. I’ve heard people talking.

Mulder pinches my belly lightly. "What are you looking at?" He asks without looking at me.

I kiss his jaw again. "I was just thinking about how handsome you are." I really shouldn’t say that, this man does NOT need a bigger ego.

He smiles and turns his head to kiss me softly before sipping his wine and focusing on the movie again. But his hand is slowly stroking lower and lower. Any moment now he will realize I’m not wearing anything under this tiny robe. But for now he just makes tiny circles with his fingertips. It’s slightly arousing, but mostly soothing.

I take the last drink of my wine then set the glass on the coffee table next to Mulder’s.

"Mulder!" I yell half in pain and half in surprise after he shoved two of his long fingers into my body. I was NOT ready for that. "Too much." I moan as the pain quickly turns to that sweet burning kind- the good kind.

"No it’s not." He says in my ear. "Let me do this."

I do. He works his fingers in a scissors action, stretching and loosening my opening. Sometimes he knows my body better then I do. Hell he even knew I wasn’t wearing panties without touching me.

"Let’s get this off." He says softly as he loosens the knot of my robe with his free hand while the other hand’s thumb has started to brush lightly across my clitoris. He opens up the robe, freeing his hand to pump in and out of me. Taking my chin in his hand he turns my face so I have no choice but to kiss him. Which is fine by me.

I can’t kiss him anymore. I am panting and I can’t get enough air. As much as I love kissing him I need to breathe. I pull away, scrunch my eyes closed and brace myself against Mulder’s chest as a steady orgasm flows through my body.

His rhythm in my body doesn’t change. He always paces himself to make my body’s clenching, but not this time.

I place my hand over his wrist. I was going to pull him away but it feels good again. So of course now he changes his rhythm. But, oh, this is just as good. Two of his fingertips are pressed tightly against my pubic bone. Moving only in long hard strokes. His other hand travels to my breast. After kneading for a moment he pinches my nipple. Rolling and tugging in no rhythm.

And I love it.

A flood of moistness pools in my belly as Mulder continues to stroke me. "Don’t stop." I whisper hoarsely.

He kisses the side of my neck as an answer.

I can almost feel a continuous flow of liquid heat from my body as I arch toward his hand seeking impossibly more contact. Reaching back I clutch his hair in my fist, desperate for something to ground me before I float off without him.

I begin whimpering his name pathetically as my orgasm comes closer and closer. My breathing catches on every stroke.

And then it happens. It’s long and strong and I buck up against Mulder’s hand. I don’t know how he holds on to me. And I don’t know how he keeps me from falling off the couch once I relax.

He quietly closes my robe for me after I shiver as sweat evaporates. Through my half opened eyes I see him wipe his hand on the leg on his pajamas, leaving a slick dark streak. He then places his hand low on my belly again, rubbing the his palm lightly as I start to breath again.

"Mmm." I mumble out with a smile.

"Good?" He asked with his lips in my hair.

I just nod and relax more into his solid weight. It often strikes me how male Mulder is. I know that probably sounds redundant. But I’ve known him for so long I almost forget and sometimes it shocks me. He is big, and muscly, and just plain male. And tender. I’ve just gotten used to how physical his is. He craves touch. It’s as if he lives off of it. But I guess when you are denied pleasant loving contact all your life you might want to make up for it later. Fine by me.

I shift uncomfortably. The bottom of my robe is damp… damp silk is icky. Leave it to me and Mulder to mess up a brand new robe. I should take it off but the wine has made me feel a little sleepy, well maybe it isn’t just the wine.

I shift again and my backside presses into Mulder’s erection. A little grunt sounds in my ear. Smiling over my shoulder and whisper to him. "Want to go to the bedroom?"

He presses his lips to my neck. "It’s time for bed."

"What?" I can’t be hearing this right.

"I owe you one." He reminds me softly.

"Well… actually I think I owe you one now."

"You know that’s how I work. You are done for the night. I can tell." He pressed his lips to my neck again and clicks off the TV. There’s no convincing Mulder when he has something in his mind. And he has decided that I am going to bed now… to sleep that is. I smile at him as he picks me up off the couch and tucks me into bed. I have a nice warm feeling running through my body. Mulder spoils me, that’s all there is to it. I think it is his obsession to make me come as many times as he can. And I love him for it.

Mulder snuggles up behind me, his hardness nestled closing sending a rush of sleepy warmth through me. "Honey… Are you sure?"

"Mmmhmm." He mumbles, despite his present condition he sounds very sleepy. "Good night."

"Good night, Mulder." I say with a soft smile.

Wednesday night. 7:30 pm

Mulder is trying to drive me crazy. He’s doing a good job too. For the third time in the last five minutes I take his hand off of my thigh and place it back in his lap.

"Both hands on the wheel, Scully." He points out slouching in his seat.

"Thank you, Mulder, for that lesson in drivers education."

He grins over at me, his hand straying to my thigh. "Any time."

I throw his hand back at him. "Sit on your hands, Mulder."

"Don’t wanna."

I glance over at him, trying not to smile. "You are going to drive me crazy tonight aren’t you?"

He looks over at me with a big lazy grin. "I love you." His voice is syrupy sweet.

I just shake my head and pull into the already crowded driveway of the party. I turn off the car and look at him.

"I’ll be a perfect angel, I swear." He says, before I can say anything else. Well… he looks like he means it. But looks can be deceiving.

Well Mulder is being a very good boy. Making polite conversation with people he doesn’t know and probably doesn’t care to know. I do think he might be trying to get me drunk the way he keeps bringing me more wine. But he probably just wants to drive on the way home so he can choose the radio station. He hands have not strayed though. One holds his drink, the other alternates between shaking hands or resting on me. Safe areas too. The small of my back, naturally, or the back of my neck, this seems to be a new spot for him. When I walked out of the bathroom dressed and ready to go Mulder gawked at me for a moment before closing his mouth and saying ‘Put your hair up. I want to see your neck.’ I just nodded dumbly and did it. Mulder rarely says things like that. So ten minutes later I walk out again with my hair pinned up. He didn’t say anything, just nodded in satisfaction. Since then he hand has been skimming along the boat-neck cut of my short black dress and driving me crazy. Please he looks wonderful in his delicious black pants and a dark gray sweater. I don’t hear half the things people are saying to me because of his light caresses and basically his good looks.

"Dana!"

I turn around after hearing my name. I wish I didn’t turn around. "Hi, Sally." Sally strides up to me then hugs me like we are old friends not old rivals. I’ve always hated this woman. She the daughter of a friend of the family, two years older then me, so of course we were made to play together all the time. Our parents just didn’t catch that we didn’t like each other even after we splashed mud into each other’s hair, sacrificed each other’s Barbie dolls to the lake, even after I shoved her out of *my* tree house and broke her arm. Oops, sorry Sally.

"And who is this?" She asks extending her hand to Mulder. I should have known, always the slut.

"This is Fox Mulder."

"Hello." He greets smoothly. Mulder has obviously picked up on my dislike for this woman. Very well in fact, he looks a little frightened to touch her. Yes Mulder, she will bite.

"Nice to meet you, Fox."

"Actually it’s just Mulder."

"Oh." What’s wrong Sally? Is that too technical for you? "Well you can call me just Sally." She laughs at her own joke. Do I even need to add that she is the only one laughing?

I turn towards Mulder and place my hand on his chest, yeah I’m making a point that we are together. Sally is just dying to get those claws into him. "I think I need some fresh air. Will you come with me?"

He smiles that wonderful honest smile of his, the one that makes me know he isn’t humoring be because of Sally. "Of course. It was nice to meet you Sally." He doesn’t even look at her as he turns us around and we head towards the doors to the back porch. I can hear Sally’s snort of distaste.

"So you two are good friends?" Mulder asks trying to keep a straight face as I lead him to the far side of the porch where it is dark.

"Oh the best." I lean back against the side of the house, enjoying the cool air in my lungs.

He chuckles softly and leans his forehead against my shoulder, his hands on my waist. After a moment he presses his lips the side on my neck, his clean shaven cheek brushing mine. I smile because Mulder is so predictable sometimes. Weaving my fingers into his hair I pull his face up so I can kiss him. I waste no time slipping my fingers under the waistband of her pants, just running my fingertips between the material and his skin. He pulls away from my mouth with a slight laugh. "What do you think you are doing?"

I pull his belt apart before he manages to grab my hands. "You know what I am doing."

"Scully." He gives me that look he does when he is trying to be serious. I just smile at him. He lets a long breath out his mouth and glances at the end of the porch where the door is. "Are you sure about this?"

As an answer I unzip his pants and shove them and his boxers down his hips. "Very sure."

Mulder lets out a sound that is something between a groan and a growl before sliding his hands down my to my thighs and picks my up. I wrap my legs around him and lean some of my weight against the house.

Mulder glances over at the door again.

"Hey." I take his face in my hand and force him to look at me. "Are you going to fuck me or not?"

He jumps at my words and immediately reaches between us, probably to push my panties out of the way. Well surprise, Mulder.

A slow grin spreads across his face. "You’re wearing crotchless panties, Scully."

I smile and nod. "I know that."

"You were planning this." He gestures his head around the porch.

"I… had the idea in mind."

Laughing softy he shakes his head. "You-" He thrusts into me. "-are something else."

I can’t reply with anything other then a breathy laugh as he continues a steady rhythm. Each thrust presses my back against the house with a dull thud. God I hope my mother doesn’t walk out here. It’s my turn to glance over at the door. I gasp as Mulder’s fingers circle my clit.

"Pay attention to me, Scully."

"I am. I am."

We are silent for a while other then our heavy breathy and the dull thud that is becoming more and more frequent.

"Shh." Mulder whispers in my ear.

"What?" I breathe out.

"You are moaning." His breath is hot and moist on my cheek. "As much as I love that you need to be quiet right now."

My head falls to his shoulder and I take a mouthful of his sweater to muffle myself as I contract and quiver around him.

He responses with a barely restrained groan and a few sloppy thrusts before going still. We stay motionless for a few moments, just trying to catch our breaths, before Mulder lowers me to the ground. He kneels to smooth my dress back down over my hips, on his way up he pulls up his pants.

Leaning all my weight back against the house I smile at him. "Thanks for the panties Mulder, they came in handy."

Oh wow, Mulder is blushing. "Can we clean up and get out of here?"

"Yes…" I look around the porch. "I think we have made our mark."

Mulder takes my hand and leads me off the porch, I don’t blame him for not wanting to walk through the party smelling like sex. "Yeah, we disgraced a perfectly good porch"

I grin up at him. "Isn’t it good luck to make love in a new house?"

"Yeah, the people that live there Scully."

I just shrug. "Details, details, details."

Notes: Sorry this took so long! I had the first half written for a few months but ‘Nova’ had my focus.

Well I covered M&S shopping for undies together, Skinner running into them in an embarrassing way, sex in a public place, and the return of Scully’s mysterious crotchless panties. Now what? Let me know!