Prompt! There was no bee... how does that go down?

Into the Light

Tagging @today-in-fic

She’s falling andfalling. It’s fluid and gentle and she knows if she spreads her wings she’d fly.There is so much light behind her eyes, behind his, dazzling but welcoming. Pullingher in, spreading its warm welcome. She can’t resist it. Fate, destiny, karma.A dozen other words, each with a subtle difference, but short of a third-partyintervention, this moment has been predestined since that fateful day in thebasement office.

           His arms have been around her beforebut this urgency, this pressure, is electric. Everything is condensed into thenow, his touch, her breathing. Their lips meet and his are cooler than sheexpected, but soft. She tries to commit the feeling to memory but she’s sweptaway, literally and figuratively, because her next conscious thought is of himclosing the door behind them.

           At the sound, she opens her eyes andsees the way he’s looking down at her. There is fear, there is fury, there isdesire but there is hope. He’s on the verge of tears, his lips parted, wearing aslight frown; as though he’s trying to work out what to say. It’s almostcomical, this passion of theirs. The way they’ve tamped it down for years,hidden it behind cutting comments and wry self-deprecation. Perhaps, she thinks,the more you shove something so intense aside, the bigger and more furious itgrows.

           She presses a finger to his lips,and his face falls to hers. She’s pressed against the door and his hand cups herchin, strokes the side of her face, falls to the buttons of her shirt and he’sundoing it, her. They’re in his living room, her legs against his couch. Hishardness against her tummy.

           “Mulder, something’s wrong.”

           He pulls back and there’s confusionin the lines across his forehead. Guilt flashes in his eyes and he lets out agentle sigh. “I’m sorry.”

           “I’m having lacinating pain…in mychest.”

           He takes her arms and bends at hisknees, lays her on the couch. “Scully?”

           “My motor functions are beingaffected.” She’s grasping his tee-shirt into her fists and his hand is caughtinside her unbuttoned blouse. His stubble rasps against her neck. “My pulse is thready…Ihave a funny taste at the back of my mouth.”

           He’s over her and under her and allaround her, a sensory overload that only Mulder could create in her. “My legsare weak and my brain is sparking…mini shocks…”

           Peppering kisses over her face andchest, he’s unzipping skirt and pulling it down. “What can I do to ease thepain, Scully?”

           She lifts one of his hands, placesit over her breast and allows herself to fall back into the dazzling light.

a prompt-the first time Mulder talked DIRTYY to Scully & her reaction to it.

I’m not sure if this is what you wanted, Anon, but this is what popped into my head. Set during Syzygy after the case was wrapped up, but before they checked out of the motel. I’m not great at dirty talk, FYI. As usual, I didn’t proofread this. Also, thanks for the prompt!

Scully tasted faintly of stale cigarettes as Mulder shovedhis tongue into her mouth. His partner was pressed against a dirty motel roomwall by his lean body as some kind of unseen cosmic forces lingered aroundthem.

They had been at each other’s throats since they rode intothis little hick town, and the beautiful Detective White did nothing to easethe tension.

It wasn’t jealousy, at least Mulder didn’t think it was. Heand Scully were partners. That was it. She would never be jealous over him. Mulder blamed the stupid planetaryalignments. He blamed all of it on cosmic forces. He had no control.

He wasn’t even sure how he ended up pressing Scully againstthe wall and shoving his tongue in her mouth. And then she returned his kisswith all the anger and frustration she had barely been managing to hold backsince they stumbled into town.

He knew he should stop. He knew how fucked up this entirecase had been, but Scully’s hands were gripping at his chest, pulling himcloser. Her lips were daring him to go further, and Fox Mulder never backeddown from a dare.

His hand ended up down his usually tightly wound partner’spants. There he was, with his fingers deep inside his partner’s wet pussy,trying to fuck the attitude out of her like he was some kind of cosmic forcehimself.

Scully’s mouth was cracked slightly open while her headrested against the grimy wall. Her eyes were closed. It was the most glorioussight Mulder had ever seen, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted to push her buttonsjust like she had been doing to him.

“That’s right, Scully. You like the way I fuck your wetlittle pussy with my fingers, don’t you? This is what you needed, isn’t it? Youneeded a good finger fuck.” Mulder hissed out.

He felt her walls start to shudder around him, and a smirkspread across his face.

“I always knew you were a kinky little slut under that tightly-buttonedsuit.” Mulder urged her on as he brought his thumb up to her clit. “Such a goodlittle slut.”

A few rough rubs of her clit, and Mulder felt her tightwalls clench against him with nothing but a sigh leaving her lips.

He pulled his fingers out of her with a smirk on his face.He just made Scully come undone with only his fingers. The feeling of her wallstightening around his fingers would be his go-to fantasy for months.

His fingers were barely halfway in his mouth before he feltthe sting of Scully’s hand on his cheek. His taste buds couldn’t even savor thesweet taste of Scully. The smirk faded from his lips.

“Call me a slut again, and next time it’ll be a bulletinstead of a slap.” Scully said with a serious expression. Her only tell was aslight smirk at the end of her sentence.

Dana Scully liked dirty talk. Oh, she liked it so much thatshe had to make sure Mulder never found out. He didn’t miss the hint of smirk,and he certainly hadn’t missed the gush of wetness as he spewed out a string ofnaughty words.

Scully has a thigh riding kink and Mulder is more than happy to let her satisfy it by letting her ride his thighs mostly because he loves watching her cum.

Fuck me

Scully has a thigh riding kink and Mulder is more than happy to let her satisfy it by letting her ride his thighs mostly because he loves watching her cum.

Fuck me

Hello! Would you be willing to share the scenes where Mulder almost shoots Scully in both Pusher and Kitsunegari, if you have them?? 😊 Thank you thank you!! 😊

Always willing, my friend.

For Kitsunegari, see here.

MSR 18!!!!!

Thanks for the prompt!

18. Things you said when you were scared

Mulder entered Scully’s hospital room, pausing in thedoorway as he took in the sight of his partner, curled up in the bed with her back to the door. Hestepped inside, taking care not to make a sound, and walked over to the bed, coming to a stand in front of her. She was so pale and sleeping so soundly thatfor a moment he panicked and thought the end had come, but then he registeredher measured breathing and allowed himself to relax, just a little. He reachedout tentatively, brushing his hand through her hair, then changed his mind. Thelast thing he wanted to do was wake her, after all Scully needed her rest,especially now. As he watched her sleep Mulder felt his emotions bubble to thesurface. This was all his fault. Scully should be living a long and happy life,not spending time in hospital hooked up to all kinds of machines while her bodyeventually gave up on her. She should die from old age in her own bed with herhusband and children around her, not from cancer, cancer given to her to punishher for working on the X Files. To punish them both. He’d been promised a cure forhis partner, but the chip had yet to make any difference to her health. Without a viable cure Scullywas going to die, and despite his best efforts, there was nothing he could doto save her.

His legs buckling with the realization that he’d failed, Mulder sank to hisknees, feeling the tears begin to fall. Scully was everything to him, hecouldn’t bear the thought of her no longer being in his life. Resting his headon the edge of the mattress he cried, unable to stop the sobs from escaping ashe laid his hand on Scully’s arm, wanting to feel her, to reassure himself thatfor the moment she was still alive. He was so caught up in his emotions that hedidn’t feel the mattress shift, and it wasn’t until he heard his partner speakthat he realized Scully was no longer asleep.

“Mulder?”

He lifted his head, instantly sobering as he saw Scullylooking down at him, her face tired but full of concern. “Hey.”

“Mulder what’s happened?”

He forced a smile. “Nothing. Sorry for waking you.”

Scully however, had always been able to see through hislies. Coming awake she reached out, wiping away his tears. “Has something happened?”

Not trusting himself to speak, Mulder shook his head. Hetook a deep breath, trying to compose himself. “Everything’s fine.” Except forthe fact you’re dying, his mind supplied.

Her own eyes clouding with tears, Scully took hold of hishand, squeezing it tightly. She tugged, encouraging him to stand up and joinher on the bed, but he shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, feeling afresh wave of emotion threaten to overwhelm him.

“Mulder, please.” She tugged on his hand once more and thistime he rose, perching on the side of Scully’s hospital bed. Pulling him in towardsher, she wrapped her arms around him and encouraged him to lie down next to her,guiding his head onto her chest. She held him silently while he cried, rubbinghis back and kissing his crown tenderly, aware that he’d speak when he wasready. When he finally looked up he realized she was crying too. “I didn’t meanto wake you,” he repeated, wiping away her tears this time.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

He huffed out a laugh. Everything was wrong. “I’m scaredScully,” was all he replied. Scully nodded in understanding.

“Me too.”

“I don’t want you to die.” That was the understatement ofthe century.

“I know you don’t.” She sniffed and kissed him once again.

“I’m not going to let you die.”

“Mulder –”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be here.” He tried to pull away butScully was in no hurry to relinquish her grasp on him. Instead he settled forscooting up in the bed so his head was resting on her pillow and the two ofthem were eye to eye. “I just came in to check on you. The last thing you needright now is me throwing a pity party.”

She gave him a sad smile. “I’m glad you’re here,” shereplied, to his surprise. “My mom and Bill look at me as though I’m already dead, the doctorstoo. You’re the only one who hasn’t given up on me.” Her voice hitched as shecontinued. “Thank you for not giving up on me.”

“I can’t give up on you,” he said. “I’m not willing to letyou go.”

“Mulder, when the time comes –”

Mulder reached out, pressing his finger to Scully’s lips tosilence her. “Don’t give up,” he replied, telling himself that as much as hispartner. “Just promise me that.”

“I won’t…I promise.”

“I can’t imagine a world with you Scully,” he continued,moving his hand and wrapping his arm around her waist. “I don’t want to imaginea world with you in it. I can’t do this without you. I love you.”

His words were met with silence, and for a moment Mulderwondered whether Scully had even heard him. But she had, her frown telling himeverything he needed to know. He waited for her to push him away, to order himout of her hospital room, but she didn’t. She wasn’t angry, he realized. Just alittle confused.

“Mulder, if you’re saying this just because I’m dying –”

“No,” he interrupted, eager for her to know that wasn’t thecase. “I mean it, I’ve meant it for a long time now. I should have saidsomething sooner but…well I figured I didn’t want you to shoot me again, so Ineeded to wait until you were in hospital without your weapon to hand.” Fresh tears clouded her eyes, and forthe first time that night Mulder allowed himself to smile. “I love you Scully.I love you for having my back, for sticking with me through everything, forkeeping me honest, for trusting me and believing in me. I love you forfighting, for being strong and for not giving up.” He sniffed, rubbing his noseagainst hers in an eskimo kiss. “And even though I’m a little scared you’re aboutto punch me, I want you to get better…no, I need you to get better, so I cantake you out to dinner and buy you flowers and dance with you and make everyother guy and girl in the room jealous, and to take you home and kiss you onthe doorstep so that all of your neighbors see that I’m the luckiest guy in theworld.”

As he paused, Scully opened her mouth to speak. He waitedfor her to tell him he was an idiot, or to ask him to go home, but instead shesurprised him. “And then what happens?” She snuggled in closer, and Mulder knewhe would do absolutely anything in his power to make his wishes for them come true.

“And then…I would make you breakfast in bed the nextmorning.”

“I’d like that.”

“Me too.”

“A lot.”

“Me too.”

“Mulder?”

“Mmm?”

She kissed him tentatively on the lips. It all happened soquickly that he was almost convinced he was dreaming. “I love you too.”