From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2012 15:47:45 -0500 (CDT)
Subject: Squeeze (BTC) by Little Grey Girl
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Title: Squeeze (BTC)
Author: Little Grey Girl
Rating: R
Classification: MSR Only it's more sex than romance! ;)
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd be rich.
As they're not, I have to work for a living.
Spoilers: Squeeze
Summary: After Tooms is safety taken away, Scully thanks Mulder
for saving her life and bathroom tiles.
Written for S1 of the Bad Touch Challenge.
***
She knew it was a mistake as soon as she kissed him.
She'd been down this road before. Got romantically involved
with a co-worker only to have everything go sour. After Daniel,
she'd promised herself she wouldn't get hurt in the same way
again.
Yet here she was after just three cases with her new partner,
throwing herself at him like a dog in heat. If she stopped now
maybe he'd chalk it up to shock. Post-traumatic stress brought
on from being attacked in her own bathroom by a mutant who
tied to eat her liver.
Who would have done so if Mulder hadn't burst in, breaking down
the door and saving her life.
So it was only polite that she thanked him. A grateful peck on
the cheek. That missed.
She was never that good at directions.
After a hideously awkward moment where she's convinced she's just
committed career suicide and would the ground please open up and
swallow her now, he starts kissing her back, wrapping his arms
around her and almost hauling her off her feet to get her closer.
She tries to pull away to say something deep and profound but a
guttural moan issued from the very back of his throat causes her
mind to go completely blank and he pulls her even tighter against
him. His tongue is in her mouth now, stroking alongside her own,
flicking against her teeth and even though she was the one who made
that first move, it's clear that he's taken control of procedings.
He's fumbling with her blouse and the last remaining buttons pop
free. His right hand closes roughly over her breast, squeezing and
moulding the suddenly aching flesh, while his other hand tangles
in her hair, holding her head still as he plunges into her mouth,
again and again. She's breathless and gasping, convinced she's
about to pass out, when he finally lets her up for air. Only to
fasten his lips to the side of her throat as his hands continue
to roam her body, sliding under the waistband of her slacks to cup
her ass and - oh god! - what he's doing to her! This is insane.
It's crazy.
She doesn't realise she said it out loud until he huffs a laugh
against her racing pulse and mutters 'Hell yeah!'. Then suddenly he
lifts his head and looks at her full on. 'Do you want to stop?' he
gasps out, almost as breathless as she is, caution and passion
fighting for control in his eyes.
She knows that if she says yes he'd stop. He'd leave right now
and they could forget it ever happened.
'God no' she breathes and launches herself at him again. The world
tilts and she's up in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist,
guiding him into her bedroom by yanking on his hair. Her dangling
feet hit the edge of the mattress and they tumble unceremoniously
down onto her bed.
She thinks they must have experience another bout of missing time as
she has no recollection of either of them actually removing their
clothing but it's happened somehow and now they're tangle of sweaty
naked limbs and he's right above her. Right there. So close.
They're both so close.
'Sc - ' he gasps out. And she can feel his desperation. All they've
really done is kiss but he's hard and pulsing against her thigh and
she's so wet and ready she thinks she might scream if he doesn't
hurry the fuck up. But he's being a gentleman god damn him and
trying to ask if she's okay. If she's ready. But she lacks the
mental capacity to talk right now so she plants her feet flat
on the bed, tilts her hips and pulls him down on top of her.
Clever man that he is he easily figures out the rest.
It's been a while and it turns out she wasn't as ready as she
thought but she'd never tell him that. Instead she grabs his
ears to pull his face up to hers and kisses him soundly as he
pushes all the way inside her.
God yes it's been a while. She'd forgotten what this felt
like. How fucking fantastic a really good fuck can feel.
The thought makes her giggle which must make her inner
muscle do something interesting as Mulder utters some
rather creative swear words as he changes his angle
slightly to pound into her faster.
She gets the impression that he'd like more leverage but she doesn't
want to let go of him. Her fingers in his hair. Smoothing over his
sweaty back. Kissing his mouth, nose, eyes, everywhere she can
reach.
He's grunting with effort now and she suddenly sits up, almost
knocking him off balance as they fold together. The impact
jars her right to the edge and she hovers, balancing just
there, right on the precipice, for what seems like a lifetime
until she feels his slippery fingers slide between them and
find that magic spot and she's gone. Lost and screaming in
the wind. Barley conscious of his last few clumsy thrusts
as he finds his own release and topples off her, onto the pillow.
They lie there in silence for a while. Listening to their breathing
even out. Their heart rates slowing. Reality returning. Scully waits
for the guilt to hit her. The shame. The recriminations. But there's
nothing. Maybe's she's still in the afterglow but the truth is that
she just had really great sex with a guy who, despite everything,
she does actually quite like. Which hasn't always been the case if
she's honest.
She looks across at Mulder to gauge his reaction.
He's grinning. A massive 'I've just got lucky' grin plastered right
across his face. And she can't hold back the sudden burst of
laughter that explodes from within her. Sex has never been this
easy for her before. Never just been about having fun. For the sake
of pure physical release. It seems she's finally found someone
who's compatible with her in this very best of ways - even if he's
incompatible with her on everything else.
'Damn Scully' he says when they finally stop laughing. 'If that's
the kind of thanks I get for saving your life, remind me to do it
more often!'
She goes to whack him with her pillow but he grabs her arm and
kisses her instead.
Breaking away he turns suddenly serious as he asks her: 'Come with
me tomorrow to see Tooms?'
She's about to remark on his breaking of the mood when she realises
what he's really asking. If she'll still be there tomorrow. Despite
this. As his partner - whatever else may be happening between them.
She feels a wave of tenderness flood over her at this unexpected
vulnerability. That he could bed her so easily yet still doubt that
she'd want to be around him. What hurt he must've gone through to be
left so insecure in his feelings when he seems so confident in
everything else.
'I'll be there' she promises, returning his kiss. She is already
addicted to the way he tastes, how his mouth feels moving over
hers. The tenderness settles down inside her, filling a hole
she wasn't even aware existed.
Besides she thinks, as he moves on top of her again, miraculously
recovered and with a feral glint in his eye that tells her the
night is far from over - if it doesn't work out she can always
blame it on the stress of being attacked. It's not as if that's
ever going to happen again.
***
First time writing a smut piece! :)
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