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viii. loyalty rewards

The Four Seasons in Washington was extravagant; even nicer than the slick, modern house Scully had been staying in before it blew up in both of their faces. Their case in the Bronx had wrapped up and with it, they’d finally solved yet another mystery: the mystery of them. They were home again, but not really, not quite yet, and as they approached the hotel room she’d been staying in the past several days Mulder wondered exactly how they’d finally gotten here. 

A lean, a whisper. No more darkness. A candle burned brightly in a cathedral and she’d taken his hand, leaning against him. As they watched the flame flicker he’d known once and for all Scully was right: it was her turn. There would be no more darkness, not from him.

After they’d left the church he’d put on his turn signal to take the route home to Farr’s Corner but she’d stopped him, grabbed his arm.

Take a left, she’d said. He’d obliged with curiosity. 

Now, she inserted a plastic keycard into the slot and beckoned him in, into a space he’d never entered before. He wondered how many nights she’d been paying for this room, considering she’d actually been at their house more nights than she hadn’t over the past couple of weeks.

“Wow, Scully.”

“Not too shabby, right?” She threw the keycard onto the table by the door and went into the bathroom, collecting her toiletries, packing them up.

It certainly wasn’t shabby, not at all. When they’d lived together, before the bad times, he’d always found it therapeutic to keep their home nice. When he’d fallen into his state of disarray, he’d allowed the house to fall with him. He suddenly felt a bit ashamed he hadn’t spent more time fixing it up for her imminent re-habitation, whenever that might occur. 

“I don’t blame you for preferring this space to the house,” he said weakly. “I always did feel a little guilty that you picked a place that felt more like me than it did you.” 

She came out of the bathroom with a small toiletry bag. “I don’t prefer this space, not at all,” she said. “And yes, the house felt like you when I bought it. Leather and wood and Mulder. But it became ours.” She placed the toiletry bag into her suitcase, zipped it shut. Then she stepped over close to where he was standing and regarded him. “It’s always been ours.”

He smiled, a bit hopefully. “You called it ours a few weeks ago, remember? When the Russians were after us?”

She nodded, looked down at her feet with a smile. “I did.”

“It gave me such hope, Scully, that you wanted to come back. That I could have you back again.”

She looked at him with a grin. “Well, you already have me back. But as for the other thing… well, that’s why we’re here.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, hopeful but not daring to ask her the question they’d both been dancing around for months.

When will you come home, for good?

Scully sighed and looked up at him. “Our house… I’ve been treating it like one of our motels.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… it’s been a safe space for me again. Where we can be ourselves without the pressures of work. Just you and me and these walls.”

Nodding, he understood. He’d loved every minute she’d spent with him over the past few weeks, months even, but she hadn’t officially moved back home. It was as if they were still only fraternizing; as if she’d been slowly allowing tiny bits and pieces of herself into his life again but hadn’t been able to take the final leap. 

Back in the church, she’d told him she was taking that leap. He braced himself now for the impact he’d secretly hoped for ever since she packed up and left him.

“It hasn’t felt right staying here, at all, Mulder. The nights I haven’t been at home with you… it’s been desperately lonely in that huge bed all by myself.”

He watched her and listened, all ears. 

“It reminded me of all the nights I spent in a room right next to yours, just wishing I had the courage to tell you how I felt. You were right when you said it always seemed like we were closest to each other on those nights; in rooms like this, the nights we shared all of the things we didn’t have to.” She took his hand. “Just the things we wanted to.”

He tilted his head questioningly. “I feel like this is leading somewhere, Scully. Don’t make me wait.”

She smiled. “I suppose I could have come here alone, packed up all of my stuff and brought it back to the house myself. But I wanted you to be here for this, Mulder.” She reached up and cradled his face, prickly with his five-o-clock shadow, between her hands. “I want you to know that I don’t want to walk into a hotel room without you ever again.”

He closed his eyes, blissful in her confession, and covered her hands with his. 

“I don’t want you to,” he agreed. “Ever again.”

She leaned into him and he pulled her into a hug, resting his cheek on top of her head. They just stood there for a while, lingering in the moment, this moment of in between where there were no cases to follow, nothing else to attend to but each other. He heard her sigh contentedly and it was the best sound he’d ever heard. Until she leaned back and delivered her next declaration.

“I’m ready to come home, Mulder.”

The sentiment was more welcome than he’d even imagined. She was his again, finally. And she was so beautiful. She’d always been beautiful, but now there was something new. He could see lines on her face: age, certainly, but he wondered how much of it he himself had put there; how much time she had spent worrying about him, putting up with him and all of his bullshit for so many years. How much time he’d spent focusing on other, less important things. 

The truth was, he was seeing her through new eyes now, and she was more beautiful to him than ever before. It was something he planned to appreciate for as long as life allowed them. 

He pulled her back into his chest. “I've been wanting to hear you say that for a long time, Scully,” he mumbled into her hair, his voice hitched with emotion.

“I know you have, and I’m sorry you had to wait so long for me to say it.”

He closed his eyes, held her tightly. Kissed the top of her head. It smelled like lavender. 

“You’re always worth the wait, Scully,” he said softly. “And I mean always.”

She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him tenderly, and as her lips brushed against his own he swept a bit of her hair out of the way. After a moment his eyes opened and he pulled back a bit, holding one of the fiery strands between his fingertips.

“I was kidding, by the way. About your haircut,” he said. “Of course I noticed.”

She closed her eyes and smiled with relief. “Presbyopia aside, I was a little concerned, Mulder.”

He rolled the hair between his fingertips. “I love it no matter how you wear it, but this reminds me of the way it looked a long time ago, when we first started together. Back before we started sharing rooms.”

Scully settled back onto her feet and looked up at him. “We did in a way,” she clarified. “You were always on my mind, at least. Even when we had a wall between us.”

Mulder nodded. “I can attest to that as well.”

“Do you remember that night in Henrico County? The Chucky and Judy case?” she asked, and he raised an eyebrow.

“How could I forget?”

“That was the night I knew for sure I wanted you back, and it was strange the way it happened. In a motel room, in the middle of a case.” She shook her head. “That damn wall. I couldn’t sleep with that wall there, knowing you were on the other side, knowing I could be in your arms instead.”

He grinned. “I couldn’t sleep either, but only because I was too busy thinking about your ass.” She swatted at him playfully, having not only caught him checking her out on a couple occasions but having been caught herself doing the same.

“I wasn’t lying about that scoot in your boot,” he chucked.

They shared a laugh, and after a moment she reached out to tug on his tie a bit and spoke again. “We’ve had so many moments of clarity in rooms exactly like this, haven’t we?”

Mulder glanced around at the opulent surroundings, then eyed her skeptically.

“Okay,” she amended. “Not exactly like this.”

“I don’t know, Scully,” he said as he looked around. “It just doesn’t feel right if it isn’t ground floor, with a slight odor of mold. Peeping Toms all around.”

“Consider this the room we’ve earned after all those years,” she smiled. 

“Did you have something in mind, Scully?” he asked in a slightly propositional tone of voice. 

“I might have an idea or two,” she said, matching his timbre. “You?”

“Definitely having many, many ideas right now, Scully,” he nodded. “And as you know, I come up with my best ones in hotel rooms.”

She shook her head and laughed. “Mulder, don’t you want to go home?” 

He did want to go home, but something about being in this particular space with her felt important. They’d taken a huge step, perhaps the biggest one they’d ever taken towards their forever. He wanted to celebrate that. 

He leaned down to kiss the tip of her nose. “We have the rest of our lives to be at home. Let’s enjoy ourselves here, now, in the moment.”

She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. “That’s something I’ve been waiting to hear you say for a long time,” she admitted. 

She backed up against the door, took the ‘do not disturb’ tag off the handle, and opened it, placing the tag on the other side.

“This really is how I like my Mulder, you know,” she said coyly. The door swung shut and her lips curved into a smile as she stepped up close to him.

Mulder held her by her shoulders. “I promise, he isn’t going anywhere this time.” 

“Good,” she whispered as she placed both hands on his chest. He grinned and playfully scooped her up while she laughed, throwing her over his shoulder. She was as light as ever. He flopped her down on top of the bed, hovering over her, dropping his voice an octave.

“How much longer do you have the room?” he growled.

“You’re sure we have nowhere else to be?”

He shook his head. “Inside these walls, Scully, time may as well disappear.”

“For longer than nine minutes, I hope,” she winked. 

He leaned down into her neck and throatily whispered: “I can’t make any promises on that front.”

Out of the corner of his eye he saw her lift one gorgeous, perfectly shaped eyebrow at him, and it was all the invitation he needed to pounce. He pressed his lips to hers as she flung her arms around his neck, arching into him, bringing their bodies close together. Her fingers wove through his hair and he could feel her nails digging into his scalp. 

His mouth left her lips and trailed down her neck, running into what he determined was far too much clothing. He began to pull her jacket off and she sat up, helping him out, removing her shirt as well. He responded in kind, throwing his jacket on top of hers, and as he struggled with his tie she slid off the bed and made her way over to her suitcase, shimmying off her pants.

“Hey, where are you going?” he asked softly.

Scully unzipped the side pocket of her suitcase and rooted around. “Just looking for something,” she said mysteriously. He finally got his tie undone and slipped it from around his neck, continuing to undress until he was down to his boxers. 

She made a sound of triumph as she located the item she was searching for, and when she pulled it out and held it up he felt a thrum of fresh arousal go straight to his dick.


The sight of her holding up the cuffs in her underwear, which he now noted with great delight was a matching black lingerie set, made him instantly harder than a man his age had any right to be without the assistance of a pill.

“Fuck me,” he muttered under his breath. 

“That’s the idea,” she said. She began to make her way back over to the bed when he craned his neck to look behind her. 

“Why do you have those? What else have you got in there?” He moved past her with a sly look. 

She grabbed his arm. “Mulder, there’s nothing, come on.”

“Let me see.” He dug around in the pocket and it wasn’t long before he pulled out the item she clearly hadn’t wanted him to find: a small, egg-shaped fuschia vibrator.

“Why, Dana Scully,” he grinned. “I thought you’d lost this.”

“I did,” she said with mock irritation, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “I replaced it. You didn’t think I’d just forget about it, did you?”

He chuckled. “I’d hoped not, actually,” he admitted. “This little wonder has brought both of us no small amount of pleasure.”

“Both of us?”

“Well,” he grinned, bending down to place a kiss on her shoulder. “Your pleasure brings me pleasure, Scully.”

She reached up and placed her hands on his shoulders, giving them a squeeze. “Then let’s get it on, Spooky.”

He bent down to kiss her again, his tongue so hungry for her he couldn’t help but place his free hand behind her neck to pull her in, kissing her harder. She responded in kind and they made out furiously, their moans echoing around the far too grand hotel room. He pulled her against his body firmly so she could feel how much he wanted her, and he was thrilled to feel her desire as well; as she pressed her breasts against his abdomen her hardened peaks could practically cut ice. Wanting so badly to feel them, he tossed the toy behind her onto the bed and cupped both breasts, her nipples hard against his palms, stretching the silken fabric taut. He squeezed gently and she closed her eyes, tilting her head back, enjoying his ministrations.

After he’d gotten his fill, for now at least, he reached down and lifted her by the ass so that she leapt up into his arms, wrapping her thighs around his middle. He walked her back to the bed, the cuffs still in her hand, as they reveled in the feel of their mouths mingling together with no more uncertainties whatsoever.

He laid her down on the enormous bed and settled back onto his haunches to enjoy the sight before him. She was so petite, the bed seemed to swallow her up. He was absolutely ravenous but he wanted nothing more than to give her whatever it was that she wanted.

“What’s first?” he asked.

She held up the cuffs. “You are. Turn around.”

He grinned and obeyed, his cock throbbing with anticipation. The cuffs had been one of their favorite games years ago, and while they tended to switch roles, he knew she loved it best when he used his mouth and nothing else. She’d told him on multiple occasions he had wizard-like talents with his tongue, and he loved demonstrating his powers to her over and over again.

Scully pulled his arms behind his back carefully as he kneeled on the bed. She cuffed his wrists together, leaning forward to kiss between his shoulder blades as she did so. He turned around and waited for her next instruction.

“Okay, Mulder,” she said in a low, seductive voice. “I hope you haven’t forgotten how to do this.”

He shrugged, his hands restrained behind his back. “Like riding a bike. Without arms.”

She smiled eagerly as she unhooked her own bra and tossed it aside. He was unprepared for this small act of mercy and watched her breasts bounce as she scooted back to lie against the pillows, knees spread apart, waiting for him. 

“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, in absolute awe. She smiled in that way she did that let him know how much she appreciated his praise, in any form it happened to arrive. 

“That’s sweet, Mulder,” she said. “Now go to work already.”

He laughed, knowing how much she loved to watch him operate with the cuffs on, and crawled over as best he could on his knees to bend forward, not quite touching her yet, just breathing. Her underwear was already exquisitely saturated, and he inhaled her aroma like it was a lifesaving elixir. “You asked for it, Scully.”

He felt her gasp at his hot breath as he realized he had just as much control over her as she thought she had over him. His eyes flickered up to meet hers and he could see her chest rising up and down as she breathed heavily with impatience.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, his nose nuzzling up against her, his tongue darting out quickly to lap at her over her underwear. She squirmed and opened her legs wider.

She closed her eyes and nodded. “Yes.”

“I want to know how much you want it,” he said, wanting her to beg. 

“I want it so much, Mulder,” she breathed. “I want you so much.”

His tongue darted out again and he dragged it along her seam, over her underwear, the tickling sensations evidently almost too much for her to take as she stifled a squeal. He inched up closer to her face, his hard cock pressing against her. The friction was killing him, but it was the best kind of agony. 

“I want to hear you say it,” he said gruffly, rubbing his erection against her wet heat, the fabric absolutely drenched at this point. She knew what he wanted. She also knew by saying it she would get what she wanted too, so she let loose.

Please, Mulder.”

He felt the blood rushing to his groin as he rocked against her a bit and leaned down to capture her lips in another kiss, a slight hint of Scully on his tongue. She reached around his back and held his bound hands with her own, playing with his fingers as he prodded at her. He then released her lips and moved back downwards to close his teeth around the top of her underwear, tugging a bit, just a bit, slowly and torturously. His arms were already aching and he’d barely begun. He worried that perhaps he was getting too old for this kind of play. But Scully’s moaning was worth every bit of discomfort, so he forged ahead.

She closed her legs to allow him to pull off her dampened panties completely, then in an act of characteristic defiance, kept them locked closed as he moved towards her again. 

“I know you’re trying to tease me, Scully,” he said as he nipped at her breast. “I can tease you, too.” She gasped and arched as he circled each areola with his tongue, one after the other, sucking hard on her rigid nipples, and finally, when she apparently couldn’t stand it anymore, he felt her legs open to him again. 

He sat back to admire her in all her magnificent glory. She lay before him completely nude; supine and ripe. It was the most erotic sight he’d ever seen in his life and he felt his cock growing with every breath she took, every rise and fall of her chest.

“You’re amazing,” he said, because there really wasn’t anything else to say. And then he dove in head first, his tongue circling her swollen nub while his hands remained bound behind his back. She tried desperately not to move, not to make it easier for him but she couldn’t seem to help herself as she bucked up into his face, her moans pronounced and loud.

“Oh god, Mulder-” she cried out as he brought her closer and closer to the edge, then when he thought she was about to climax he pulled back, the sweet torture part of the fun.

Her eyes opened, watching him. “Cut that out.”

He shrugged and gave her his best shit-eating grin, knowing that this was his only power over her at the moment and he planned to use it. “I want to watch you.”

“Watch me?”

“Play with yourself,” he told her. “I won’t go back in until you do.”

She smirked, moving her hand down, using her middle finger to rub against her clit. He locked eyes with her as she flicked and pleasured herself.

“Do you know how many times I’ve done this while thinking about you?” she whispered, running her tongue along her bottom lip, her eyes never leaving his.

“Oh my god, Scully,” he huffed, these thoughts placing the power right back into her hands again. It was a constant give and take, a dialogue like they’d always shared, and he loved it. He felt the divine torment of his inability to stroke himself while watching her masturbate, his hands locked helplessly behind him.

“One of our first cases, Mulder,” she revealed, her finger now circling her clit madly, moving her other hand to her breast, squeezing and pinching. The sounds of her slick desire echoed in his ears as she rippled beneath her own fingers. “I was already picturing your face in between my thighs.” 

“Jesus,” he groaned. He moved in again and took over for her, flicking with his tongue until she was moaning again, getting closer and closer to the edge. This time, he decided to let her come.

She cried out loudly, for the first time reminding him they were actually in a hotel in the middle of the day, but he didn’t care. He littered kisses along her inner thigh as he felt her hand fall down to find his face, stroking it softly in gratitude. He rested his chin on her stomach and just watched the beauty of a post-orgasmic Scully as she came down from the heavens.

After a few moments she sat up, and he was forced to follow as she gripped him by his upper arms. She guided him until he was essentially sitting on his hands, his back against the headboard.

“That was very rude, teasing me like that,” she scolded him with a smile. Her eyes were completely dilated as she held his thighs down tightly and slid off his boxers, glancing down at his erection as it bobbed lewdly and pointed right at her. “So rude that I’m afraid I’m going to have to punish you, Mulder.”

“Scu-” he said, completely unprepared for this turn of events as her head sunk down upon him and he felt himself disappearing into her hot little mouth, inch by inch.

“— Jesus!

He was completely helpless as she held him down, practically swallowing his cock as she swirled and sucked like she was in Catholic school again. He could feel her tongue exploring every inch of him and his eyelids drooped, his hips meeting her movements. Her head bobbed and pulsed and he knew it was probably a mistake to look but he couldn’t help but watch her plump lips work his length, up and down, over and over. The entire surface of his cock was glistening with her saliva, and he knew he didn’t have much longer.

“Scully… you should stop…”

He watched her face appear before him as she released his aching cock with a pop , and it bounced back onto his stomach, leaking and agitated. 

“Want me to unlock you?” she asked. He nodded, wanting nothing more than to touch her, and after she unlocked him he brought his hands to her face and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. Her torture tactics had brought him much closer to the edge than he wanted to be. 

He still had big plans for her, after all.

“My turn,” he said as he held his hand out for the cuffs, twirling his finger in a turn around gesture. “Lie down.”

Scully looked a bit confused, but obliged, laying facedown on the bed. He took the cuffs, closing them around one of her wrists, looping them around the headboard, then securing the second shackle around her other wrist. When she was firmly locked into place, he hovered over her, running his fingers over the perfect curve of her ass, nudging her legs apart a bit with his knee.

“Mulder…?” she asked, unsure. He leaned down and whispered into her ear. 

“Trust me.”

He watched her body visibly relax, falling into that very trust, and it made him love her even more. He ran a fingertip down her spine and she shivered when it dipped into the dimple between her ass cheeks. He widened her legs a bit more, then waited. And waited. Her breathing began to pick up and he could tell she was incredibly aroused by the anticipation alone, by wondering what he would do.

He reached over to grab her little pink companion, and pressed it against her clit as he switched it on. It sprung to life and Scully gasped; a gasp which quickly turned into a moan. He held the vibe firmly against her clit and as he moved it around, he slowly dipped two fingers easily inside her. 

“Oh god,” she groaned, her entire body bucking from the sensations. She wriggled as much as she could in her prone position, and he went harder with his fingers, circling them around and curling underneath until he found the spot he was looking for. The vibe buzzed and his fingers fucked her insistently until she was writhing like a snake beneath his touch.

“Mulder, I’m gonna- I’m gonna-”

“Come for me Scully,” he groaned. “I want to watch you fall apart.”

And she did, her body undulating along the bed as she rode out another intense orgasm, his fingers coated with her seeping arousal. She cried out in ecstasy as her toes gripped the comforter, then let out a heavy sigh as she closed her eyes and began to recover.

But he wasn’t done with her yet.

He turned off the vibe and dropped it behind him onto the bed, leaning forward to uncuff her. As he did he kissed the red, raw skin at her wrists, then swept the hair away from her neck, placing kisses on her tiny scar, his tongue darting out every so often to taste her sweat. He listened to her breathing, allowing her to relax again.

“You’re so unbelievably sexy, Scully,” he mumbled into her ear. “I want to be inside you. I need to be inside you.”

She rolled over onto her back with the biggest smile on her face, and she looked so, so sated, he almost wished he hadn’t said anything; that he could just let her fall asleep and watch her when she did. But she glanced down at his painfully heavy cock and touched it, at first softly, then wrapping her fingers around him firmly.

“Please,” she said again, bringing her knees up to her shoulders, and although he was certain he couldn’t physically get any harder he felt the blood rushing in once more, twitching in her hand. Her flexibility at her age was astounding.

“Say it again,” he commanded.

“I want you inside me too,” she said. “Please, Mulder.”

He couldn’t wait, he didn’t wait, and with one assertive thrust he plunged himself deeply inside her until they were as close together as they could possibly be. He could feel her fingernails scratching his shoulders as she cried out with every thrust “ more, more, more ,” and he was satisfied with the knowledge that he could give her that. Forever, for the rest of their days.

Always more.

He pumped and moaned and their bodies slapped together, sweat trickling down his brow. Her breasts bounced as he feverishly drove into her again and again, emboldened by her sounds of pleasure.

“Scully, it’s a goddamn miracle I’ve lasted this long,” he admitted, out of breath, as her hands traveled the expanse of his back, her delicate fingertips tracing the contours of his muscles.

“I don’t believe in miracles, remember?” she said. 

“Well, you should, because there is no other explanation,” he insisted, his thrusts picking up with even more intensity. 

“It must be an X-File,” she smirked, and although he loved everything about her in this time and in this place, he was suddenly transported to a time long ago, to the Scully he’d only just met, the Scully whose walls coming down was a miracle in and of itself.

She seemed to notice how close he was, and in an effort, perhaps, to relieve him, she pulled him down close and gave him permission. 

“Let go, Mulder,” she said into his ear.

He had virtually no choice anymore anyway, and felt his balls tighten as he soared past the stars, emptying inside of her, grunting out her name and collapsing on top of her, trying his best not to crush her. He’d never been so physically spent in his life, and he’d been through a lot. A lot, a lot, a lot.

Rolling them both onto their sides, she draped a leg over his hip, keeping them connected. He felt her hand cup his scratchy cheek as she leaned in for a kiss. She traced his jawline with her index finger as he felt himself still pulsing inside her.

“That was… unbelievable,” he gasped, when he could finally speak. 

“And yet somehow not outside the realm of extreme possibility?” she grinned.

“What about you, did you…?”

She shook her head. “I’m perfect, Mulder. You’ve taken good care of me.”

He let out an exhausted sigh. “You’re incredible, Scully, I don’t…” he couldn't stop himself from uttering it. “...I don’t deserve you.”

She looked at him intensely, holding his face between her hands, resolute. He knew that look, the patented Scully what you’re saying is absolute madness, Mulder look.

“That’s not true,” she said. “It just isn’t. The reason it took me so long to get here wasn’t about you, I promise. It was about me.”

He closed his eyes. He wanted to believe.

“Hey, look at me,” she said.

He looked.

“Remember what you said? Reason and faith in harmony. That’s you and me. We need each other.” She squeezed him tighter with her thigh. “You feel that? We’re made for each other, Mulder.”

He looked into her eyes and fell into them for the thousandth time, and knew what she was saying was true. He’d known there could never be anyone for him but her; he’d known it for years. His one in five billion, his constant, his touchstone. He owed her everything.

“I love you,” he said, moving a sweaty tendril of hair from her forehead. At the end of the day, it was really all that mattered. She leaned in again to draw him into another kiss, one full of passion and intensity that he knew she meant.

“I love you too.”

He rested his hand on her backside and squeezed it gently. “So… what now, do you think? Room service? Pay-per-view?”

“Mulder?” she said softly, seemingly ignoring his question.


“Can we check out now? I think I’d like to go home.”

He laughed and pulled her in close, encircling her with his arms. “Okay.”

It didn’t matter to him anymore where they were. When they were together, he was home.