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“Come on, how you’d do this?”
It was probably the fifth time Mulder had asked that on the. way form the police station to their hotel rooms. Scully’s answer was the same: magic.
Mulder would feel frustrated, if only her refusal to give him a concrete answer wasn’t turning him on like crazy. She was clearly toying with him, teasing him as she kept licking her lips and giving him the eyes.
They were stepping into the elevator now, and the second the door closed, Mulder felt Scully’s hand cup him instantly, using the leverage to back him against the wall. Looking at him for consent, she slid her hand under his dress shirt then —demonstrating her wrist’s flexibility for the second time today— she snuck her fingertips under the waistband of his dress pants, going directly for the inside of his boxers.
It was so hot to be manhandled like that. Mulder felt his knees go weak when he felt her fingers wrap securely around his length, her thumb starting a slow circular motion on the velvety skin of his tip. Magic, indeed.
If he was honest, there wasn’t a single ‘ding’ noise of the elevator he heard, too lost in the sensation of having Scully’s hand down his pants — and the effort of trying not to come right then and there.
Watching Mulder’s eyes shut tightly, Scully got an idea. She wanted him to see what she did, and they still had a few floors to go, bless the ever so high hotel buildings of Los Angeles. She didn’t know how they hadn’t ran into someone yet, but she didn’t care for maths and probabilities right now. All she wanted was to feel his hot cum cover the skin of her hand.
Scully squeezed her legs at the thought, she wanted him so bad with how flirty he’d been with her all day. Of course, she had flirted back. He was just so easy to toy with now that they both knew where they stood.
“Mulder, open your eyes.” He obeyed immediately —because of course, he did— and saw her tilt her chin as if to show him something. Following the direction, he saw what she did; a mirror.
“Observe.” Was all she said, her tone amused yet so, so breathy. He was meant to watch himself, the way her hand picked up the pace and stroked him as back and forth as possible. Beneath the black of his pants, he could see the outline of her fist taking care of him. It was hot, and to see that she couldn’t unglue her eyes from that sight through the mirror was the hottest thing ever.
Then, Mulder started observing her. Not just where she looked, but all the ways in which he could tell she was as turned on about this as he was. This is one of the things he loved discovering most about her; her sexuality. She enjoyed giving as much as receiving, they were similar in that regard.
Unlike any other woman Mulder had been with in the past, she wasn’t giving him a handjob out of the kindness of her heart, selflessly pleasing him as if to reward him for something. No, she was taking. She was seeking his orgasm for herself, for her own gratification and fuck if that didn’t do him in every time.
“Only three floors left, Mulder. I performed my magic trick for you, aren’t you going to come for me? Kind of a similar thank you as a standing ovation if you think about it.” And then she was laughing, breathy and airy. Fuck, how much he loved her laugh.
“I’ll give you anything you want.” He saw Scully’s eyes flutter shut, felt her body push itself against his knee to seek friction. “Once you when you tell me how you did that.” Mulder chuckled as a little victory dance, but his laughter got stuck in his throat when he heard the downright pornographic noise Scully let out at that.
“Fuck, I hate that you’re a smartass.” Scully smiled, he had her there. He had won and they both knew it.
“Or do you hate how much you love it.” Sometimes, when Mulder says things like that, he feels this indescribable feeling in his chest. He can’t believe he’s finally find someone who loves him and enjoys all the parts everyone had always told him made him too much. Scully doesn’t think he’s too much, and he knows he can now say that confidently —the concept of him finally having some semblance of self esteem is baffling enough— and know she won’t mock him because she agrees.
“Hmm, definitely love it.” He also loves that now Scully lets him see and hear how much she enjoy things too. She’s vocal about her love and appreciation of him, it’s a little bit more complicated when it comes to herself but Mulder knows it’ll come with time.
They’re not perfect, fundamentally defective and broken, but they’re perfect for each other and that’s all that matters.
“I’ll let you in on my little secret: there’s no magic.” She smiles when a pout settles on Mulder’s face. She picks up the pace of her strokes, playing is fun but it’ll be over soon and she really wants him to give her what she wants in that elevator. “I’m just naturally flexible, Mulder. Come for me and I’ll show you how much.”
That was his undoing, she kissed him to silence his groans and her moans. She wasn’t kidding when she said nothing turned her on more than to play Mulder’s body like a fiddle. He was so receptive, so sensitive to her every touch and attune to her every reaction. Watching him come was probably in her top three best thing she’s ever witnessed, advanced science discoveries included. He looked so beautiful when he came for her — it was always all for her now, because of her.
Being the reason for the bliss on his face, the sweat on his body and the love in his eyes whenever he opened them as he slowly descended back to earth was such a strong feeling, it made her feel so powerful.
It was blasphemous she knew —something more to confess to her priest on Sundays— and she couldn’t quite explain it but being with Mulder made her feel God-like. Not in a she was superior to him and controlled him way, no, free will was a thing even in their otherworldly entity/worshipper relationship. But rather in a way that made her feel so protective of him, so understanding —who he was inside and out had no secrets for her, she knew and had seen the worst of him. Still, he was perfect. Paradoxally, she only felt alive only if he believed in her, if he noticed her and payed attention to her. No devotion left for anyone or anything else than her.
Bill had always accused her of being greedy and selfish, and Scully never believed him until she met Mulder; it even took her by surprise how much she needed him to be hers and hers only. It frightened her sometimes; the intensity of her possessiveness, her territoriality. What they had just done was the proof of that: fucking his brains out in a public space, in the middle of the day in one of the busiest cities of the country, where anyone could come in any minute and bear witness to the fact he belonged to her.
The thing is, she’d find it in herself to care if Mulder had any opposition, if he didn’t get so turned on by this need of hers. After all, he felt it too. One in the same, they were two sides of the same desperate coin.
Following the day’s streak, they’re yet another coin that vanishes — into a motel room. No magic, but perhaps one or two aces up their sleeves.