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When Mulder Whispers it’s like a thousand heartbeats pulsating against her ear. Time stands still and moments are lost but the words he uses are cemented into her brain.
“I need you on this Scully.”
There isn’t much she can do when he lets her know he needs her. She does what he asks, its the only response she allows herself. It’s an internal representation of their partnership. He asks, she gives and vice versa.
“You are the only one I trust.”
His devotion captivates her. When his hush breath escapes from his lips and onto her cheek, she shivers at the certainty he has in her. It doesn’t take much for her to surrender her own trust to him. She trusts him with her whole fucking life. There is no one she trusts more, loves more and hopes in more.
Her devotion to God pales in comparison to her loyalty to Mulder-and her prayers are a constant reminder of just how much.
“You are mine.”
She can’t escape his possession, she doesn’t want to anyway. How can she? Mulder's force, engrained in Newton's law, changes the very motion of her existence. She walks the halls of the FBI with remnants of him inside her, leaving his mark on her breasts, her pussy and her lips.
“Come for me, baby.”
Every fiber in her being burns for him when his lips graze her neck. He whispers the words against her skin and it sends shockwaves through her body. She does what she is told, she always does. Every movement, every thrust sending him deeper and deeper inside. She comes and he follows her-together they ride the wave of desire.
It isn't right how one man can control her body the way he does. But he isn't just one man, he's Mulder.
“I am right here Scully, I’m not going anywhere.”
Mulder’s mouth kisses her lips as he whispers life into his promise. Their lovemaking is a constant reminder that she can’t imagine her life devoid of him. When she thinks of losing him she can't breathe and her heart aches at the thought.
Mulder's existence settles into every aspect of her life. One second with him is greater than a lifetime without him.
Laying in his arms-the tangle of blue bed sheets camouflaging their glistening skin-she inhales his scent as his breathing settles into a post copulation rhythm. She matches his breathing and presses her naked body against his.
She never wants to miss his kiss, his touch, his body.
She never wants to miss his whisper.