Gift
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Rating: NC-17
Category: MSR-RST- Mulder POV
Spoilers: Max
Disclaimer: Not mine; XF characters belong to 1013 Productions.
The song “If tomorrow never comes” belongs to Garth Brooks. No infringement intended.
Summary: Mulder is celebrating Scully’s birthday properly.
Notes: Written for the Haven 310 words fiesta challenge. It got out of hands because I started to write a sequel and another one and as I finished it, it wasn’t a vignette anymore.;). My sincere thanks to Tali for her fabulous beta on this fic.
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We had just got back from Max’s trailer when I realised how much I wanted to see Scully happy for once. She deserved a real party for her birthday, not the lame thing I’d done in the bar. She deserved a real present, not only a keychain, even if it did signify friendship and partnership. Her fight against the cancer had taken a lot out her and I wanted to let her know that she wasn’t alone, that we could share the burden together.
She was out with her mother when I’ve put my plan into action. Maggie had cooked the meal so all I had to do was pick up the chocolate cake I had ordered and then buy a good French red wine. I’d bought scented candles and a dozen of red roses as well as her present. I had dressed carefully: a new grey suit, a white dress shirt and a sedate tie.
She
came home at
“Mulder, it’s wonderful but what’s the occasion?”
“Your birthday, Scully. You didn’t forget it, did you?
“ But, you already…”
I approached her and put a finger on her lips. I took her hand in mine and led her to the table. She sat down, her eyes shining from happiness and unsheds tears. I poured some wine and we raised our glasses for the toast.
“To the most beautiful birthday girl”
“Mulderrrrrr”
“It’s true. I would’nt say that to just any woman, only to the one sharing my quest. Don’t appreciated you as much as I should. You’ve been there anytime I needed you and I want to do the same for you.”
“You are already doing that, by being yourself”
“I want to give you something more”
I retrieved the rectangular box from behind the couch and gave it to her. She was surprised and smiled widely while tearing at the paper. She couldn’t contain her tears anymore while she caressed the nameplate I got her. It said: “Special Agent Dana Scully, X-Files”. She stayed speechless for a long time but I could see it meant a lot to her to be acknowledged as a permanent part of the X-Files. She embraced me tenderly and then declared:
“Let’s party, Mulder!”
I stood from my crouching position and went to the kitchen to check on the lasagne I was reheating. I took the salad out of the fridge and got back to my birthday girl. She was still staring at the nameplate. I could see she was touched by my gift and I was glad I thought of it.
“Dinner will be ready in ten”
“I am impressed, Mulder. You cooked?”
“Well… actually, your mom did but I bought the candles, the roses, the wine and the chocolate cake”
“Ah, chocolate” She purred.
I knew all about her chocolate addiction. She seldom gave in to it but she was so thin now that a little chocolate would do her some good.
I eyed her music system and came up with a bright idea. I went rummaging in her CD’s and found what I was searching for. I popped the CD in the player and selected the song.
“Care to dance, Agent Scully?” I asked in my most seductive tone.
“ I’ll be glad, Agent Mulder”.
I took her in my arms as the song started.
“Sometimes late at night
I lie awake and watch her sleeping
She's lost in peaceful dreams
So I turn out the lights and lay there in the dark
And the thought crosses my mind
If I never wake up in the morning
Would she ever doubt the way I feel
About her in my heart”
This song was so fitting and Garth Brooks’ voice was chilling me to the bone. This was so true that she could leave - I could leave- this earthly life too early and never having confessed our true feelings for each other.
I lowered my gaze to hers. She was listening carefully to the lyrics and was coming to the same realisation than mine.
“If tomorrow never comes
Will she know how much I loved her
Did I try in every way to show her every day
That she's my only one
And if my time on earth were through
And she must face the world without me
Is the love I gave her in the past
Gonna be enough to last
If tomorrow never comes”
She smiled tenderly and with tears in her eyes, she let the truth out of its hiding place:
“ I love you” she said softly
And all I had to do was to confess:
“I love you too”.
I felt lighter when she embraced me tightly as we danced till the end of the song. I didn’t want to release her from my arms but reality came back to me when the oven buzzed, indicating that the lasagne was ready. I disentangled myself from her, reluctantly.
“Saved by the bell”. She said with humour.
“Good things comes to those who wait” I answered.
I saw the raw passion in her eyes before turning to the kitchen. The evening wasn’t finished yet.
I served dinner in the kitchen, decorating our plates as if we were in a restaurant: lasagne, salad on the side and grilled bread. I went back to the living room where Scully was waiting for me at the table, with anticipation. I gave her a plate with a flourish and she laughed, wholeheartedly, at my antics.
It was good to see her so carefree and full of happiness. I took my place at the table and we dug in. It was heavenly. Mrs Scully was a really good cook and I wondered if her daughter had inherited of her gift.
I caught myself thinking about the possibility of these little romantic dinners occuring on a regular basis and it filled me with warmth. It would be so good to come home everyday; cook together and then retire to the couch for a little necking, and later in the evening, make love. It was just a dream but it made me ask myself if it was really worth denying ourselves a chance at happiness?
We loved each other, we just had said so. There was no wall standing between us anymore.
Maybe it was time to act. Maybe I needed to take the first step and change the status of our relationship for the better.
I was pondering my options and I felt two arms encircling me from behind. She had stood while I was lost in thought, and came up behind me.
She embraced me tightly and I closed my eyes. She had used the time I was wool gathering to gather her courage and to take the step that would change everything between us.
I turned in her arms and our lips came together for the first time. She tasted of wine and lasagne and something that was pure Scully. We shared a sweet kiss at first but soon she wanted more. She became more forceful and invaded my mouth with her hot little tongue and I was glad to be still seated because I was sure that my legs would have failed me.
She kissed me for a several minutes and I felt like I had died and gone to heaven.
Our lips were out of control. Scully was sucking my lower lip and I was reduced to a puddle of goo. Her tongue mapped my teeth and tongue. She wouldn’t leave one inch unvisited. I wasn’t idle in the kissing department, duelling with her tongue to get the control of the situation back.
We separated when the need to breathe became overwhelming. I lowered my forehead to hers and we tried to return to a regular breathing.
It felt so good to be able to express our feelings, freely. Life is too short to drink bad wine. Once we were able to breathe again, our gazes met, blue scouting hazel. Her eyes told me everything I needed to know. There was no wall between us anymore. She was wide open and it felt was good to drown in unadulterated love.
I lowered my mouth to hers again and we kissed like there was no tomorrow. My hands travelled to her blouse’s buttons. I couldn’t wait anymore. We have lost too much time already. She mirrored my action by attacking the buttons on my own shirt.
My lips left hers to watch her body while I unclothed her slowly.
I took my time unbuttoning her blouse, baring her flesh inch by inch. She wore a sexy white lacy bra and I hoped it was a matching set. I pulled her blouse off and lost no time in unhooking her bra, freeing her beautiful breasts.
She took a long and cleansing breath, clearly affected by my look reaction to her. I wanted to taste her so bad that I didn’t restrain myself and went for the first rosy and taut nipple. I took it in my mouth, sucking hungrily. She let out a moan of pleasure and gripped my hair in her fist.
I lavished each nipple thoroughly, while her moans rose in volume. She was rubbing her tummy against the front of my pants and my burgeoning erection was becoming harder at her contact.
I released her nipple with an audible pop and our eyes met. It was time to take the next step..
She pulled off my shirt and kneeled before me to take care of my pants. It was so arousing to see her in this position, that I needed all my willpower to avoid embarrassing myself before the main event had even started.
She deftly undid the buttons on my jeans and lowered them in a swift and elegant movement. I stepped out of them while she started to caress my member through my boxers. I couldn’t keep from moaning. It felt so good to have her touching me so intimately. Her hands moved to the hem of my underwear and took them off, freeing my penis from its confining garments.
She moistened her lips with her little tongue and I started to shiver from anticipation. I knew what her next action would be and she didn’t disappoint me. She lowered her head to my cock and she engulfed it in her mouth, taking most of it in her warm cavern.
She hummed from pleasure and she started to fondle my balls while taking my shaft in a slow thrusting motion. She stopped to lick the head and play with my penis’s foreskin. She was a doctor and she knew all about the sensitive spots on men genitalia. She was playing with the equivalent of women clits and the pleasure was growing in me, exponentially..
I wouldn’t be able to prevent my climax much longer, at the sight of her, kneeling, head and breasts bobbing while giving me the blow-job of my life, so I put my hands gently on her head and stopped her from moving. She understood and released me with an audible pop. She was ready to face the payback.
I helped her to stand and I took her hand, purposely leading her in her bedroom. Once there, she pulled off her jeans and panties, making us equal. She was a real redhead and I smiled, remembering the number of times I wondered that.
She sat down on the mattress, reclining on her elbows, legs wide open and inviting. I couldn’t keep myself from moaning.
“Come here” she purred.
She was beautiful: her hair, dishevelled and her cheeks, rosy. Just seeing her this aroused made me harder than I ever thought possible.
I approached her, strutting. She giggled at my antics. I kneeled before her and dived for the hot and warm heaven between her legs without waiting. She wasn’t laughing anymore.
She tasted of spice and orange. I suspected that she used an orange flavoured shower gel. Her labia opened as my tongue lapped at it. It was divine and I loved every second of it. She was trashing wildly on the bed and I knew without doubt that she was near the edge.
I tortured her just a few minutes more by avoiding the spot where she wanted to be touched the most. I couldn’t remember the last time I went down on a woman and I took my sweet time.
Finally, I took her engorged clit between my lips and started sucking it for all I was worth.
She exploded, her back arched and hips left the mattress. Her loud wails of pleasure were music to my ears. I released her sensitive bud and joined her on the bed, waiting patiently for her to come back down to earth.
She found her way back to me after a few minutes. She was smiling and she embraced me, tenderly. We exchanged lots of sweet kisses and even if I was still erect, I found it wonderful to take our time. She had just taken a lot of pleasure and it made me happy. She deserved to be taken care of and I decided right there and then that I’d find new ways to pleasure her.
It would be my new great cause.
She rolled me on my back, taking me by surprise. She straddled me and caressed my cock gently. I watched her, amazed by the love I saw in her eyes. We didn’t need to speak; all was there in our gazes and between our bodies.
She didn’t leave my gaze while she impaled herself on me. She was so tight and wet that I scared that I would come right there. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself. She didn’t move until she knew that I had a little control over my aroused body.
She started pumping in and out, gyrating her hips and finding her rhythm. We were both covered in sweat and I was dangerously close to the edge. She was panting but she carried on.
Her nipples were hard little nubs and I couldn’t resist them. I grabbed her breasts in my hands and fondled and caressed. Her moaned rose to a new level and her walls started to contract on my cock. It was all I needed. I fell over the edge with her, moaning her name.
She fell heavily on me, spent and sated. I embraced her while I recovered my bearings. She comfortably put her head under my chin. I caressed her red wet tresses and rejoiced in the simple act of holding her, alive against me.
I had given her a gift of acceptance and recognition that she accepted gratefully and in return, she offered me her love.
The End