Big O

Title: Big "O"
author: gillianinchains
rating: NC-17
categories: MSR, Humor, *smut*, Scully POV
spoilers: no. Timeline is about season 7, after the Fowley crap
summary: seven years of pent up sexual frustration. You figure it
out.
author's notes and the disclaimer: Mulder and Scully do not belong to
me. I just like to borrow them and corrupt 'em in my own way. This is
just a little smutbiscuit to feed the fire. Missing the Mulder/Scully
rapport they used to dig so well.

Lakefront Motor Lodge
Lake Tahoe, California

I have become more aware of my sensuality as of late. For
instance, right now I'm in the bathtub of my hotel room, and I can't
stop touching my skin. It's very soft; yearning to be caressed. It
doesn't help that I haven't been touched for almost seven years. My
hands slide up over my knees to my thighs and I marvel at how nice it
feels, imagining it's someone else doing the touching.
I suppose my lack of foreign tactile sensation is due to my
disinterest in all other men except for my partner.
Come on now, I *am*, after all, a ripe, attractive woman who
has needs just like everyone else. At least, that's what I hammered
out with my therapist. We also figured out that I've completely
fixated on my seemingly unattainable, though yummy-with-a-spoon Adonis
of a partner, leaving my sex life as active as a nun's and a very
frustrated special agent as of late.
I've been having panic attacks. Sometimes it gets so bad it
hurts to breathe because it feels like the universe is pressing onto
my chest. My therapist has concluded it has to do with the stress in
my job combined with my utter lack of sex life.
Eighty fucking dollars a session and *I* could've told her that
one.
We wrapped a case this afternoon about a man who was kidnapping
girls linked to a series of abductions. After a series of lie detector
tests, we concluded he was just psychotic and was not aware of their
former abtuctee history. Oh well. At least I can relax in my rose oil
makeshift whirlpool bath and not have to worry about leaving this
hotel room until 11:00 tomorrow morning.
I'm so glad I invested in one of those portable whirlpool spas.
They're a wonder at relaxing tense muscles. As an added bonus, the
rushing water feels rather erotic on the naked flesh. Accompany that
with the Beatle's "Abbey Road" on a portable CD player, and I think I
may have just discovered my own little slice of Heaven.
Actually, a naked Mulder sitting behind me in this bathtub with
his erection pressing into my back would be the ultimate Heaven.
Stop it, Dana! You need to go out and explore other avenues!
You're at your sexual peak, for Christ's sake! What are you doing with
it? You're wasting it by fixating on something that will never happen!
"I should go out more." I mumble to myself as I lean back and
relax into the rush of the water.
When I get out of the tub, "I Want You (She's so Heavy)"
starts playing, and I begin to move a little as I towel myself off in
front of the mirror. I relate to this song. It speaks of frustration;
this I know well. Now I'm pretending I'm dancing for Mulder, and I can
see everything I'm doing for him in the mirror. I play with my towel a
bit, moving it up so it covers my breasts but leaves my vagina
exposed, so I gyrate my hips wildly along with the yearning refrain. I
can't help but say that my body is becoming. I like to look at it in
the mirror after a bathing. Everything's so...soft and clean.
Inviting. I wrap my towel around my waist and raise my arms over my
head, still moving with the music as I study my breasts. They're
quite pretty, actually; round and firm and sort of high. I cup my
right breast, encountering baby powdered silk skin, and imagining
Mulder being the one with his hand there.
I give in to the fantasy, closing my eyes and nibbling slowly
on my bottom lip, as I begin to softly caress my nipple, teasing
myself. Wow, this feels good. My hips are still gyrating slightly, and
the only words in my head right now are "I want you so bad, it's
driving me mad, it's driving me mad."
My other hand over my head slides down my body to touch my
center, my middle finger pressing down firmly. I suck in a breath as I
nibble a little harder on my bottom lip.
I hear a strangled groan and my eyes fly open to see Mulder
standing behind me from the mirror in my bathroom doorway.
Oh shit. Oh shit. He looks pale, like he just got caught
committing a major crime. I glance a little further down and notice
the incredible hard-on tenting his sweats. Jesus.
After a few moments of shock, I regained my bearings. "Oh my
God!" I exclaim, pulling my towel around my entire body in a vain
attempt to cover up, "Get out of here, Mulder!"
"I'm sorry...just...I'm so sorry, Scully." he stammers quickly,
backing out of the doorway and all but polevaulting back into his
adjoining room.
Shit. Fuck. Oh, how horrifying. How long had he been standing
there? This is gonna be awkward. Jesus Dana, how the hell did you get
caught masturbating? Unfortunately, Mulder and I have to work
together, and we can't really afford situations like this between us,
so now I suppose we're gonna have to talk about this. I mean, I'm not
completely in the wrong, here. He should have knocked. Plus, I don't
know how long he had been watching me. I quickly finish drying off,
run a brush through my hair, and throw on my white cotton robe, before
knocking on the adjoining door. "Mulder, can I come in?"
"Sure, Scully." I hear him croak out.
I open the door timidly, and step into his room. Good goddamn,
he is the stuff dreams are made of, currently sprawled shirtless on
his stomach on his bed. I clear my throat and shut the door behind me,
standing with my back against it. "I'm sorry I yelled at you, but you
obviously um...startled me." I begin.
"I'm sorry I didn't knock first, but your door was cracked so I
figured you were decent...I know I wasn't meant to see that, and I
sincerely hope that you can forgive me." Mulder looks at me with his
old standby, pleading puppy, knowing I am instantly softened.
"Honestly Mulder, it would be wonderful if we could pretend the
whole thing never happened." I give him a half-smile and he does the
same in return.
"Done and done." he answers, winking jokingly.
I sigh with relief. Everything will be okay. "Alright, well,
I'm going to go to bed; I'll see you in the morning." I say, giving an
absent wave and going back into my room.
Astounding, I think as I crawl into bed. That was surprisingly
easy considering how embarrasing the situation. This is what I love
about Mulder and myself. We can be mature when it comes to our
friendship. I turn on my TV and zone out on the late movie until I
feel good and drowsy.

end part one
stay tuned for part two, entitled MonsterBooty! As in, that's what
Mulder gets!

Timmy.

I awake horny and writhing. Not by my own doing, either.
Mulder is laying facing me on my bed, sucking my earlobe and
clutching my ass. My eyes fly open, and I can tell he sees shock in
them, because immediately a finger flies up to my lip and he stops
sucking on my lobe to stare into my eyes. He looks crazed, insane.
"I lied, Scully." He whispers feverishly, "I can't
get that image out of my head...you, touching yourself. I want to touch
you. It's driving me slowly insane. Seeing you tonight, I just
snapped." He reaches under my robe to squeeze my naked ass, "Please
don't be afraid of me?"
I whimper at his action and close the distance between
our mouths. God, his lips are heaven. My arms fly up around his neck
to deepen the kiss, which grows in intensity every second, and I have
no idea what to think anymore except, `What the hell do I have to
lose? He's already seen me masturbate.' Our tongues are sliding
together now, and I sling my right leg over his hip to bring our
bodies closer together.
Mulder breaks the kiss and looks at me with hopeful
eyes, "MmmmmScully, you feel so soft." He says in admiration, gliding
his hand up my spine, then lowers his voice a register, "You are
alright with me touching you?" he asks, pressing his erection into my
thigh, "Do you want me as much as I want you?" now his lips are
brushing against mine, and his hot breath feels wonderful against my
flesh.
I decide honesty is the best way to go, and flick out my
tongue to lick his bottom lip, "What if I were to say that I want you
so badly I scream inside?" I purr lowly, running an index finger
along the waistband of his sweats. His hips twitch a little. Oh, he
is so sexy.
He twines one hand into my semi-damp strands and the other
one on my back clutches me closer to him, "Then you do want me as
much as I do you." He says, smiling sincerely, as he's opening the
belt to my robe with the hand formerly on my back. I lay down and he
kneels over me, opening the flaps of my robe and exposing my naked
body to him. "You are one of the most beautiful things I've ever
seen." He says in quiet awe after taking me in.
I'm practically trembling in anticipation as he stares at me
reverently, "Just touch me already, Mulder." I finally manage out
after a few more seconds of torture.
He groans and crushes his mouth to mine in a fiercely
passionate kiss, one of his hands sliding over my stomach, down to my
sweet spot, and presses one finger hard against the left side of my
clit. OH, god that feels good. I moan into his mouth and bite softly
on his bottom lip. My hands move down his neck and shoulders to the
firm planes of his chest, and I run a thumb over one of his nipples.
He sucks in a breath and his finger persists with more pressure,
making my hips grind into his hand. Suddenly, I am aware of his
erection on my left hip, and the proof of his attraction to me makes
me even hotter. One of my hands snake across his back and clutch his
round, firm ass, grinding that erection harder into my hip, and this
is when he slips a finger into me. "Oh, shit." I sigh, breaking our
kiss and breathing into his neck. He pumps another finger in and
moves them in and out, curving them a bit on withdrawal. He turns my
face to his as he continues his assault, his lips barely brushing
mine as he studies my reaction.
"Feel okay?" he whispers.
My teeth tug at my lip and I gasp, "MMM-Mulder, you're making
me feel so good." He takes this encouragement and pumps me a little
harder. I let out a long loud moan, and I can feel the pleasure
becoming slightly too much to bear, so I pull away.
"What's wrong?" Mulder wears concern well. Immediately he's
sitting right next to me, attentive and ready to listen.
I give him a reassuring smile. "Don't worry." I lean my head
over to kiss the dip between his neck and shoulder, "You were just
making it very easy for me to call this an early night, and I want to
explore you." While I was talking I moved my mouth to his ear, so
that last statement was accentuated by my obvious lust. He trembles
slightly, and I take this opportunity to fluidly straddle his lap.
Hello, Guvnor. I just landed flat on his package. Ooh, it's a big
one, too. Mulder growls at this action, and a big gush of wetness
overcomes me. That's gonna stain the front of his sweats. He grips my
shoulders hard, grinding me down on his still-clothed cock, and I
groan. Oh, I don't think he cares!
"Now, I devour you." He mouths into the flesh right below my
ear.
He just made me whimper. But he's also deterring me from my
original plan, as his mouth nibbles down my neck and his hips are
bucking up into me. Oh, I really just want to give in and let him
fuck me until my teeth rattle, but I also want to make sure that he
never has sex with another woman ever again without using me as a
basis for comparison.
I dig my index nail down the indent behind his left shoulder
blade and tighten my thighs, making it more difficult for him to keep
thrusting. He looks confused, he just wants to keep going, but this
is for him. I still him by brushing my lips against his and staring
right into his eyes, "Mulder, I do believe that it's your turn." I
breathe, toying with his mouth on the words. I justify this by
reaching under me and gently grasping his cock, massaging my thumb in
the middle of the shaft and pulling my hand quickly away. I punctuate
my actions by engaging him in a sweetly passionate kiss, running my
hands lazily over his chest and back. I break the kiss and grin
widely at him, "You're much too dressed for this occasion, Agent
Mulder." I waggle my eyebrows jokingly at him and he lets out a short
burst of laughter.
"We'll have to do something about that." He says, mock-
serious.
"Ooh, allow me." I say, crawling down his body slowly,
planting a kiss here and there. I reach his waistband and grip it
with my hands as I slip off the edge of the bed in standing position
for better balance. No way am I having a concussion tonight. I take
my time sliding his pants down his hips; I enjoy sweet anticipation.
Oh, that's his cock. Holy fuck, yes. It's incredibly...grand. I take
one look at the thing and the pants are off in one quick swipe.
Mulder regards me, amused. Like he knows he has the prettiest
dick I've ever seen. I try to will the blushing away. "What can I
say? I'm impressed." I attempt to say sexily. I run a hand up his
thigh. Now, to blow this fucker's mind. My hand meets the junction
between thigh and groin, and I massage that area appreciatively, and
suck slowly on his bottom lip. I end that action by nibbling on the
adorable droop in the middle of that bottom lip, and crooning in a
voice I didn't even think I had, "You have the most gorgeous cock,
Mulder."
I appreciate his groan as I wrap one hand around the head of
his penis gently. His hips buck involuntarily in response, and a low
rumbling emits from his throat. That's so fucking sexy! Can I do it
again? I run my index finger slowly down the shaft and cup my hand
around his balls, then gently tug downward. His eyes roll into the
back of his head as that sexy, fabulous sound rolls out of his mouth
once more. A wide grin splits my face from ear to ear as I reach down
a bit further and massage his perineum.
"Oh, Scully!" he shouts in approval, his hands gripping the
bedsheets so tightly his knuckles are white.
Yes. Now I can safely wipe all those other women off his
sexual map. That done, now I want a little taste before he fucks me
blind. I crouch down, gripping his thighs for support to become eye-
level with that beautiful Johnson of his. I wait for his panting to
die down to a reasonable level and look up at him. I have an idea.
"Mulder?" I question softly; he's currently staring at the
ceiling.
He slowly looks down at me and I almost come: his eyes are
glazed over with lust and his lips are red from chewing on
them. "Yes, Scully?" he rasps out. Christ, he is sex.
"Aren't you going to watch?" I ask, regaining my bearings.
"Watch? Ohhhhhmigod." His question turns into a groan as I
wrap my mouth around the head of his cock, locking gazes with his.
One of his hands reach down to twine in my hair, and I take more of
him into my mouth, a little sound of satisfaction coming from the
both of us.
He tastes pretty good. Not too tangy or salty. What's really
getting me right now are his eyes. They haven't moved from mine, and
you can practically see the transformation into insane lust. I bob up
and down a few times, adding a little more suction every time...
Now his hand has tightened in my hair and he's hauling me up,
face level, into a kiss so frenzied I'm gasping for air. My arms
circle around his neck and close the distance between our bodies,
trapping his cock in between us. I don't think I've ever been turned
on this much in my entire life. It feels like he's trying to consume
me whole. Our mouths proudly do battle for a few minutes, our hands
roaming lazily over each other's blessedly naked bodies.
It all seems rather uncalculated, until Mulder grips the back
of my thighs, picks me up and flips me onto my back on the bed.
My surprise is evident, "Mulder, what're you..."
Mulder crawls up my body on his haunches, practically leering
at me as he touches his forehead to mine, "Want to..." he kisses my
nose and starts heading back south, pausing to kiss my
bellybutton, "need to..." he kisses the rest of the way down, finishing
his statement with his breath hot on my anxious pussy, "taste you."
He all but growls into me as he tears into me like an animal, a full
frontal assault on the luxurious approach that we had been taking.
Oh, mmmm, he's using his tongue in the most wonderful way, and I hope
I didn't deafen him with the loud yell I couldn't help but let out.
Oh, and his nose keeps bumping my clitoris in the most stimulating
way. My hips are desperately trying to move, and my resolve is
becoming less and less with each tongue swirl and nip he's
administering. Luckily, he's anchoring them down with his powerful
arms.
I can feel my thighs start to tremble and he lets off,
crawling back up my body. I whimper from the loss of his mouth, and
he stares at me intently, causing a sharp twinge of desire to throb
in my center, "We're finishing this together." He groans lazily, his
head wandering down then to my left breast and nuzzling it
softly, "So, what's the game plan?"
I squeak for a second as he nibbles on my nipple, "G-Game
plan?"
Mulder stops sucking on my breast after a second and releases
the nipple with a sort of smacking sound, "How do you want me to fuck
you, Scully? Do you prefer a position; on top, bottom, backwards,
sideways, upside down..."
I bark out a laugh, "Upside down?"
His eyes practically gleam at me, "It can be done." He
affirms.
I think for a second, "I'm in your hands, Mulder." I decide,
running my right hand gently along his torso, back and forth, "From
this point on, it's your show. You can do anything you want." I pause
to kiss his chin, "*Anything*."
His mouth hangs open for a beat and this slowly turns into a
sexy grin, "That was the hottest way to get out of making a decision,
Scully." He cracks, pinching my ass.
I squeal out, and now, to calm the laughter down, "Oh, you
see right through me." I mock pout.
Mulder runs his hand along my side, "It's been a while, I'm
assuming?" he sounds almost hopeful.
Somehow, I don't really want to say exactly, so I just go for
the ballpark, "Let's just say it's been a long, long time." I murmur,
trying not to look in his eyes.
"Okay," he says, laying down on his back, "You on top. For
starters." He grins at me almost expectantly, looking from me to his
cock as if to say, "Hop on."
I smile, seeing where this is going, what Mulder's `master
plan' was in this newfound game of ours. This is the position most
conducive to me being in control, and it has been a while; he just
doesn't want me to get hurt. I'm moved. I raise up on my knees and
make my way to Mulder, straddle his hips, and kiss his nose. I
position my input to his (rather large) output, and one of his hands
settles on my waist, not to control movement more so as just to touch
me, and I slowly sink down. Oh, good lord, he's huge. My eyes have
rolled back into my head. It's hurting a lot less than I originally
thought, however. Finally, I've taken all of him in and have settled
my ass on top of his thighs. I expel a deep breath. "Ohhhhh."
Mulder's breathing is pretty ragged, "God Scully, you're so
fucking tight." He manages out, sweat beading his brow in the most
delicious way. I lean over to kiss him; I don't want to start moving
yet. I still need to get used to his size, because MY GOD! He's huge.
We kiss softly, languidly, and he's being a good boy and keeping his
hips still...
Oh-OHHH, Fuck. Ahhh, he just adjusted a little bit, and damn,
did it feel a-fucking-mazing! 10-4, goodbuddy. It's a clear go. I
raise my hips up a bit, breaking our kiss and straightening back up
before sliding back down, much to our satisfaction. This time I use
my knees to lift me even higher, until only the head is inside me,
them clench my vaginal walls on the trip back down. This is rewarded
with a very loud "Oh, Scully!", his hips bucking up to meet mine, and
our groins grinding together on contact. Which prompted me to reward
him with a very loud, "Oh, Mulder!" and to repeat my actions a second
time; thus establishing a pattern.
Or so I thought.
Soon he's sitting up, thrusting up just a little more
forcefully, but engaging me in a nice kiss, so it's okay. I counter
by swirling my hips at the end on the thrust back down, and he
releases a groan.
And thusly flips us both on our sides, slipping all the way
out of me, to my dismay. I let out a whine and he shushes me and
kisses the top of my head, "You want this to last, don't you?" he
chuckles, proud of himself.
I squeeze his left buttcheek, "Of course I do." I smile as he
jumps.
"Then fling your leg over my hip." He coaxes.
"You want me to fling?" I giggle at his choice of words.
He grabs my leg and moves it over his hip until I can feel
his cock level again with my pussy, and I let out a soft "mmmm" in
anticipation. "If you want something done, I guess you gotta do it
yourself." He says, pressing his forehead to mine, "Another thing I
like about this position: I can kiss you."
Now his tongue is in my mouth and we're kissing and he's
adjusting his cock...OOOOHHH, FUCK! He just thrust back in, all the
way. "Ahhh, that felt good." I acknowledge into his mouth.
Mulder moans in agreement, dragging himself out slowly and
thrusting roughly back in once more, and I softly suck his tongue
into my mouth, this feels so good. I'm so deliriously happy right
now. Why didn't we (oh) do this (Ohhh, Mulder!) sooner?
Unfortunately, we can't gain too much momentum in this
position, so now Mulder is rolling me onto my back, wrapping my other
leg around his other hip in the process, pinning my hands over my
head with his, and continuing his fabulous assault of my body. Mmmm,
I like this position. So much Mulder all over me, I'm comepletely
surrounded by him. Plus, his pelvic bone keeps grinding into my clit
in the most pleasurable way.
"Hey Scully, can we adjust (thrust) something here?" Mulder
asks me, nipping my cheek.
"What did I (thrust) say earlier? Do (thrust) what you want."
He pulls out, takes my legs, and raises them so the calves
rest on his shoulders, then bends over, grasps my hips, and raises up
on his knees, taking me with him until only my upper back and
shoulders are still on the bed.
I raise the questionable eyebrow.
He grins at me, "Upside down. Sort of."
I continue to give him the "look".
"It'll make you scream or your money back." He jokes,
adjusting his cock.
"I'm paying for this?" I crack right before he thrusts
downward, deep and hard. A scream rips from my throat. God, that felt
good. Oh, he did it again! Sure, I'd pay. I'll just hire Mulder on as
my personal sex slave, and he can quit the FBI and do this full-
time. Oh yeah; right there! Mmmm, he is so good at this! The assault
continues and soon I realize that this position isn't very conducive
to the movement of my hips at all, and this feels so good, but
there's that one spot that he just keeps missing and if I moved my
hips just a little bit...
It's like he read my mind. He moves my ass back down on the
bed, but keeps my legs slung over his shoulders, sort of balancing on
my thighs as his face comes back into contact with mine, "Consider
this one on me." He jokes, thrusting up into me in such a way our
entire bodies move with the force of it. I can move my hips! A
little. But a little is better than not at all, and I am freakishly
strong...
Back to the sex. This position allows our faces to be in
contact, so our natural reaction is to kiss as much as our
consciences will allow. Oh, he feels so good. I have Mulder
everywhere, all over and inside me, and he's fanfuckingtastic. I move
my hips about a half-an-inch to the right, ohhh, there's the spot,
right there, keep that, oh Mulder...
"...rightthererightthererightthereohgodohgodohoOHHHHHH MULDER,
RIGHT FUCKING THERE..."
...and he's pounding into me hard, deep, and fast, and my
orgasm is here and it feels amazing...
"S-Sc-SCULLEEEEE! Oh, fuck, mmm, SCULLY! " Mulder pants,
releasing right behind me.
But I'm still going, riding on waves of orgasm unseen, and it
feels so good I think I've gone blind, and he hasn't stopped
thrusting at all; still shooting and his orgasm started how long ago?
Who cares? Oh, Oh wow, Mulder. I feel another peak! Ahhh-oh oh GOD!
OH MULDER! OH, FUCK!

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I passed out, after about five good minutes of orgasm. I
believe I deserved it after one of the most intense ever recorded. I
awake to Mulder trying to gingerly pull the bedcover off the bed
around my sprawled body. "So, whatcha doin'?" I ask, sitting up.
"Getting rid of the wet spot." He answers in a sing-song
voice. I move out of the way and he flings the bedcover to the
floor, "And that's the end of that." Mulder pretends to dust off his
hands quickly before motioning me to move under the sheets with him.
I comply, he lays on my right side on his back and I mold my body to
his laying partially on top of him with one of my legs twined with
his.
"I missed sex." I sigh, kissing accessible skin on his chest.
"So why deprive yourself?" Mulder asks the un-askable
question.
I look up at him, "What do you mean, exactly?" Believe me, I
am in no position to be mad, but I am curious as to why he asked.
"Scully, you are a gorgeous, intelligent, successful woman,
who, indicated by our activities a short while ago, seems to have a
healthy sexual appetite. You could have anyone you wanted." Mulder
explains
"See, your answer's there, Mulder. I didn't really want
anyone except..."
I have to stop myself. I can't relinquish too much control at
this point, and I'm afraid I've already given too much away. I can
accept having turned physical with Mulder, but too much and I may
never find myself again.
"Scully, are you saying that all this time you've been saving
yourself because you wanted me?"
I hit him lightly in the arm, "You make it sound like I was a
virgin! If I have to be perfectly honest, I just wasn't attracted to
any man after I joined the X-Files, and over time, I realized it was
because I was in love with you." I say, dropping the words at the end
of my statement.
Oh, shit. Now I know I've said too much. What, does he have
truth serum in his semen? Why, WHY did I just say that? I close my
eyes in embarrassment. Now he's going to leave and run back into his
room because I was stupid enough to utter the dreaded "L" word. He
didn't say love. He said he wanted me. There's a difference.
His hand tips my chin up to his face, and I don't see
disappointment, or pity. I see, I see...
"I'm in love with you, too." He says softly, like he's afraid
I'm going to break.
I see love. The rarest form: complete, honest, astoundingly
beautiful and unconditional love, and it's all looking back at me
through this wonderfully quirky, sexy man's eyes. I know he sees the
same thing in me right now, and I breathe in deeply, the entire
weight of the world leaving my chest because now I have answers.
Mulder loves me, and he knows that I love him. "I love you."
I repeat the proclamation. It feels good.
"I love you more." He counters, stroking my back lightly.
"Doubtful. After that blinding orgasm I just had? You're a
wonder, the best sex by far, and I love you more." I argue, getting
up in his face.
"What about that thing that you do with your muscles that you
did during my orgasm?"
"That was involuntary! I was in the middle of a five minute
orgasm, Mulder. I had no idea what my body was doing then."
"Five minutes? Okay, we love each other equally, then."
Mulder grins at me, "Agreed?"
I kiss his mouth sweetly in compliance, "Agreed."
"So, what do we do now?" Mulder asks, understanding that we
do have a lot of new ground to cover, what with the whole new
development in our relationship and all.
But I'm too tired to hammer all that out tonight. We've been
busy horny little FBI agents. "We sleep. I'm exhausted, and I'm
assuming you are, too?" he nods, "We'll talk tomorrow." I say,
nestling myself into the crook between Mulder's shoulder and
arm. "Love you." I mumble.
"I love you too, Scully." Mulder says with a sigh of content.
I drift into a stressless sleep in Mulder's arms, the last
words seeping into my consciousness, "Five minutes. Fox Mulder, you
are the king!"
Oh yes. Long live the king.

Fin.

"Alright you little shit-machine, mommy's going to score." Jay's mom