#sapphirebones fic

[sapphirebones-ao3]

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Rating: Explicit

Chapter 2/3

Summary:

With all her layers of perfectly tailored suits and heavy kevlar stripped away, she arches into him like hands in prayer, and he feels born anew, awash in the holy water of her. Her, her, her.

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“Take–” she gasps, trying to catch her breath between his bruising kisses “ –take it off, Mulder” his hands span higher up her shirt, sliding it off and onto the floor.

His hands can’t get enough of her, her cold porcelain skin heating under his touch. He wants to map every inch of her, investigate her like the forgotten files deep in the archives of the Hoover building, he wants to mark and highlight every mole and scar and blemish on her canvas of a body. His tongue runs down her jaw, suckling at the spot under her ear, earning him a whimper. 

He continues his exploration, feeling almost like his younger self at Quantico studying the human body, learning its weak spots. Jugular, clavicle, sternum. Her heart flutters under his tongue like a hummingbird, and all he can think about is how delicate and birdlike she feels in his arms, under his mouth. With all her layers of perfectly tailored suits and heavy kevlar stripped away, she arches into him like hands in prayer, and he feels born anew, awash in the holy water of her. Her, her, her.

Scully’s puffs of breath encouraging him further, he runs his fingers along the edge of her bra, sliding underneath and lightly feeling the mound of her breast– he skirts higher, grazing the edge of her nipple, feeling it harden under his feather-light touches, and he shudders. “Scully–” he catches his breath, lifting his mouth from her skin, “Scully, can I see you? Plea–” she takes his head in her hands and bends down to kiss him soundly, “Mulder, you’re the only one who’s–” her mouth chases his lips like a ship to shore, “ –the only one who’s ever seen me.”  

She makes quick work of the clasp on her bra, Mulder’s hands following her movements. His mouth makes its way to her breast before the cups even hit the carpet, and he tests the weight of the other with his free hand, the cast digging into her skin. 

She knows it’ll probably leave a mark, a scratch from the gauze, but that only makes her squirm harder. She wants this to feel real tomorrow, wants to have a reminder that it wasn’t just another spore-induced dream, she hopes the next time she showers, that the scratches sting under the boiling hot water.

The sensation of his mouth laving over one nipple while his hand plays with the other is almost too much, and she arches and heaves underneath him, her bare skin coming into contact with his still clothed chest. “Mulder. Mul–” she tugs at his shirt and tries to push him back, he sucks harder and she lets out a strangled whine. “Mulder, I want to feel you.” She manages to pant out, and he lifts his head up to give her his signature smirk, licking over her one last time to make her jump.

She helps him out of his shirt, struggling with the sling, and he takes the opportunity to look over his work on her chest, its once white expanse covered in red blotches and tracks of saliva. She looks beautiful like this, panting and wanton, and he lifts his gaze up to look at her, noticing her staring. 

“Scully, you’re amazing.” he whispers. 

She hums and runs her hands up and down his chest, fingers curling in his chest hair and rising up to his shoulders, wrapping her arms around his neck. He kisses her forehead and lifts her off his lap with one arm curled around her waist, he revels in the feel of her, the weight of her in his hold. Setting her down underneath him on the couch, he goes back to charting her skin with his mouth, nipping and sucking at every inch of flesh he can reach. Venturing lower, running his tongue into her navel, following her iliac crest lower still, he gently kisses along the edge of her trousers and skims his hand under the band, before resting his head on her stomach.

“Can I take these off?” he asks, breathing the words into her skin, “We could still stop if you wanted to.” he adds, looking up at her, eyes half-lidded. 

“Mulder, if you stopped right now I think I’d shoot you again.” she says, moving her hands into his hair.

“I trust you. You don’t always have to ask.” she continues, running her fingers down to his jaw, letting her thumb skim his lower lip. He presses a sweet kiss to its pad and lets his eyes droop closed, contentment washing over him like a honeyed balm.

“I just want– I want you so much, Scully. I don’t want to rush this.”

“I think seven years is enough time.” she smiles softly, taking his hand and guiding it to the top button of her jeans. 

Their intertwined fingers make short work of the button and zipper, each scraping tooth ringing out in the silence between breaths. Mulder’s cast digs into her again and it sets her alight, she pushes him away slightly just to shimmy her pants down to her knees, and kicks them off the rest of the way. 

“Please, Mulder.” she sighs, bringing her hands up to his jaw and pulling him up for a deep kiss before letting him go.

To Mulder, this all feels like a dream. He can’t believe she’s letting him touch her, much less like this. His hands envelop her thighs and he barely suppresses a groan as he sees the gusset of her panties soaked through to the outside, he grinds his own pelvis down into the couch’s worn leather to relieve some of the pressure in his jeans, he feels like a seven year ticking time-bomb down to its last moments. 

Taking a deep breath to pace himself, he glances up at Scully one last time for confirmation, her slight nod giving him the go-ahead he needed. His good hand trembles as he pushes it under the fabric, the tips of his fingers coming into contact with her trimmed curls, damp from the slickness just below. He thinks he could come right then and there if this were just his fantasy, but she’s right there beneath him, panting and trembling in anticipation.

“Fuck– Scully–” he breathes, his fingers gliding lower and into her folds, he maneuvers his body down the couch and brings his head between her legs. Uncomfortably setting his cast on the outside of her thigh, while his other hand works to remove her panties, sliding them down her legs. 

“You’re so wet.” he murmurs, trailing his thumb slowly from her perineum all the way up to her clit, resting there and making her flinch. His index finger flutters against her opening, before finally pushing in. He feels her clench against him almost immediately, and it makes him dizzy.

She arches her pelvis into his hand, her breathing growing ragged as he starts thrusting, adding another finger and burying them to the knuckle. Her panting fills the room as an awe-filled Mulder catalogues every new sound and move she makes under him. Her walls flutter around him when he curls his fingers like this, he earns a whimper when he circles her clit like that.

He lifts his eyes to watch her and sees her eyes close and eyebrows crease beautifully, and, though he’s sad to no longer see the sky blue of her irises, he’s amazed he’s causing her to look like that. “Mul– Mulder I–” she manages to gasp out, and he can tell she’s close. “I need–” 

They’ve known each other for so long that he can understand her most minute expressions, an eyebrow raise or a quirk of the mouth could substitute entire conversations, he’s never had this kind of connection to another person. This little trick comes in handy, now.

At her gasped out plea, he moves his mouth to her and laves his tongue over her folds, slowing his fingers but curling them harder against her front wall. His mouth envelops her clit and he feels her entire body shudder, her hips rising up to meet him and her thighs clamping around his head. She tastes like bread, and salt, and something so uniquely Scully he feels like he can’t get enough of her. His tongue circles her clit in time with his thrusting and suddenly little choked moans fill the air, and he feels a gush of wetness cover his chin as she finally unravels. 

When her shaking finally subsides, and her thighs are no longer crushing his head, he withdraws his fingers and presses a kiss to her clit, before wrapping his arm around her lower back and lifting her up to sit on his lap. He kisses her closed eyelids and the tip of her nose, so overwhelmed by his love for her he can barely comprehend it. 

She falls against his chest, and he takes the opportunity to slide his arm under her knees, supporting her back with his injured arm as he stands from the couch and brings them both to her bedroom, pulling back the covers and depositing her like a princess onto the bedspread.

Scully. Naked. In bed. With a blissed out expression. Looking up at him. 

She motions for him to come join her, patting the spot beside her and he sidles in behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck, breathing her in. Her hands drift to his and she threads their fingers together, bringing them up to her chest and holding them there before turning to face him. Her eyes roam over his face, seeming to file every mole and line she can find there for future reference, jumping from one freckle to the other like skipping stones.

Scully kisses him then, gently tilting her face up and lightly brushing her lips against his, her fingers coming up to run through his hair and rest on his cheek.

“Hi,” she says, softly, as if speaking too loud would break the whole world in two.

“Hi,” he replies, kissing her once more before pulling her closer against him, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and tilting her head up once more, “you’re incredible, you know that?” he breathes, punctuating his words by trailing a finger from her ear to her jaw. 

“You are too, Mulder.” she answers, pulling him even closer to emphasize her point, they fit perfectly together, forms interlocking like puzzle pieces, and she feels the weight of 7 years of yearning in their embrace. She presses a kiss to the wiry hair of his chest and moves to lock her knee between his thighs, before coming into contact with the denim fabric of his jeans.

“Why are you still dressed?” she asks, incredulously, pulling away just enough to be able to look him in the eyes. He’s blushing, she notices, his tawny eyes struggling to make eye contact.

“I uh– ” he casts his eyes downwards, mumbling,  “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, I–” his hands span from her waist to her shoulders, holding her there and sighing  “I’m still, y’know… hard.” he sighs, his voice trailing off. He clamps his eyes shut, cringing.

A pause.

“And that’s bad?” Scully’s voice cuts through the haze of his thoughts and he opens his eyes to find her staring at him, eyebrow raised, as if he’d just asked her to believe another one of his crazy theories. 

“Mulder, I don’t know how your previous romantic encounters have been but, when a woman lets you make her come, and then lets you take her to bed–” she pauses for emphasis, taking his chin in her hand and making him lock eyes with her, “–she probably wants you to fuck her.”

“You would classify this as a romantic encounter, Scully?” he replies, flashing her his signature grin and winking.

“Mulder, you’re crazy.” she smiles, and leans in to his kiss.

[sapphirebones-ao3]

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Rating: Explicit

Chapter 1/2

Summary:

"Can I kiss you?"

She raises an eyebrow at him, "You didn't ask when we were in the hospital."

"Well– That-That was different, this is different." He brings his hand up to scratch the back of his neck, averting his eyes for just a second before bringing them back. "Sorry- I just-"

"Yes."

He blinks and his eyes widen, "Yeah?"

Scully tilts her head to the side and brings a hand to his cheek, careful not to bump into his injured arm. "Yes, Mulder. You can kiss me."

“So Scully, any New Year's resolutions?" Mulder looks down at her in the elevator, the new millennium just welcomed with a kiss. Scully presses the button to the parking garage and crosses her arms, "A few," she says, and stares back up at him "how about you?"

"C'mon Scully, don't leave me hanging!" he makes a show of waving his cast around as much as possible and wiggles his eyebrows at her, she cracks a smile but makes no move to speak. "Fine, guess I'll go first," he pouts, "my first New Year's resolution is to buy you a drink!" he winks at her as the elevator doors open and skips out, dangling the car keys in his good hand.

"Mulder, you can't drink on painkillers!" Scully calls after him, "And I'm driving, you've had enough excitement for one night." she runs up to the car door and snatches the keys from Mulder's hand, shooing him off to the passenger side and getting into the driver's seat.

“So why my birthday? Not going by dog years anymore?” she quips, glancing at him and putting the keys in the ignition.

“I’ve decided I need to come back to the human realm, Scully, dogs and zombies just aren’t as compelling to me anymore.” he shudders, thinking about the zombies he’d fought off just a couple hours prior.

“Wow, it’s a New Year’s miracle, Fox Mulder admitting he doesn’t find zombies interesting.” Scully chuckles, her fingers drumming on the steering wheel as the car pulls out of the garage.

“You can have that admission only if you give me one of yours! You still haven’t told me your resolution, Agent Scully.” he pokes at her shoulder over the console and turns himself towards her, listening with rapt attention.

Scully sighs and drives in silence for a couple of seconds, and Mulder can almost hear the gears turning in her brain before she speaks “I want to be more open this year, and before you say anything regarding aliens–” she flicks her eyes to him and half-heartedly glares, “–I mean emotionally.” her lips purse in thought before she continues. “I haven’t let myself experience much lately, I want to be more honest about what I feel.” He sees her clench the steering wheel tighter for a moment before turning to look at him, “Does that make sense?”

“Scully, you’re the most honest person I know. I think if you got any more honest they’d finally arrest me.” he says, quirking a smile at her. “In all seriousness, I think I understand what you mean, it’s hard for me too sometimes.” He briefly squeezes her elbow and leans back into his seat, thinking about just how much he wants to tell her. The new millennium may not have ended the world, but it’s definitely eroded his patience, will he wait for the next one to finally tell her how he feels? The kiss felt like a good start, but she might just chalk it up to a New Year’s tradition, and he doesn’t know if he’d be able to survive another seven years for the next.

Despite Mulder’s mind racing the whole way there, the two of them do fall into a comfortable silence, occasionally humming along to the radio as Scully drives them to his apartment.

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Some cheesy romcom plays on the TV set in front of them, her head on his shoulder as they both nurse a beer, Scully having finally given in to his pleas to have a drink and celebrate the new year. After a while, she feels him shift above her and feels him staring. Tilting her head up to meet his gaze she sighs, "What is it, Mulder?" he’s looking at her with an unreadable expression, something twinkling there in the dim light of his living room.

"Can I kiss you?"

She slowly raises an eyebrow at him and brings the beer to her lips, "You didn't ask when we were in the hospital."

"Well– That– That was different. This is different." He brings his hand up to scratch the back of his neck, averting his eyes while she sets the beer down before bringing them back to her. "Sorry- I just-"

"Yes."

He blinks and his eyes widen, "Yeah?"

Scully tilts her head to the side and brings a hand to his cheek, careful not to bump into his injured arm. "Yes, Mulder. You can kiss me."

And so he does, he tilts his own head down and brings his lips to hers in a small, chaste, kiss. Almost reminiscent of the one they shared in the hospital lobby, except this time he pulls back and watches her face, as her eyes open slowly and her thumb strokes his stubble.

"Can I kiss you again?" he whispers, and she chuckles and leans into him once more.

This time, she opens her mouth to his and they explore each other slowly. Mulder runs his tongue along Scully's teeth, her lips pillowy around his, he brushes against her own tongue and it ignites something within her. She brings her other hand to his face and smashes herself into the kiss, her tongue running along his palate, then pulling back and along his plush lower lip. He sits in a daze, mouth open, as she nips at his stubble and along his jaw and then returns to his mouth, she finds his tongue and sucks. A groan makes its way out of his throat and send a bolt of arousal down, down, down.

"Scu– Scully..." He says, barely catching his breath as he pulls back and raises his hand to the one on his cheek. They look at each other, eyes half lidded and mouths wet. "I appreciate the enthusiasm but I uh- That- That uh-"

"Too much?" She drops the hand that Mulder isn't holding and looks up at him, smiling with her gums on display.

"No– I just–" he smiles and squeezes her hand, bringing it down to the couch, palm up, so he can hold it. "I want you, Scully."

He goes to lean in again but freezes, as if just now realizing the implications. Gripping Scully's hand tighter, he snaps his eyes up to hers as he stutters "I– I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

Scully sighs and brings her other hand on top of theirs. "You remember what I said in the car?" He nods, listening. "I said I wanted to be more honest, and that means being honest even when it scares me. You scare me, Mulder."

His face twists into a frown and he sighs, pulling his hand away, "You could've said no. I wouldn't have pushed."

She doesn't let his hand get far before grasping it tightly in between her own and looking up at him, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. "Listen to me, Mulder. You're not listening."

She brings his hand up to her lips and places a kiss on his knuckles, "What I mean is, I'm scared if I let myself hope, then it'll all go to hell. I'm scared you'll find some other piece of the truth and go out to chase it, only this time you won't come back." She looks up at him again and he sees tears prick at the corners of her eyes.

"I couldn't live with that. I couldn't live with having you like this–" She gestures between them "–just to have you taken away from me again. I wouldn't survive it." Her head drops down to her chest and she breathes shakily.

Mulder pulls her close and kisses the top of her head, his lips resting in the soft strands, he cradles her against his chest with his one good arm, “Scully…” he breathes, “I hope you know that I would never leave you, not on purpose.” he strokes her back and feels the rise and fall of her chest against his own, their breaths and the soft murmur of the TV the only sounds in the room. “I’m scared too, if that’s any consolation.” he whispers, “The amount of times you’ve had something happen because of me…” his words trail off as he speaks them into her hair, and she lifts her head up and plants a soft kiss to his cheek.

“None of that was your fault, Mulder. I chose to stay with the X-files, to stay with you.” she plants her hands on his shoulders and moves into his lap, bringing herself almost eye-level with him. “I want to try this, Mulder. I don’t want to run away anymore.”

“Scully I– Are you sure? Me?” his eyes are wide and searching, roaming over her face to try to find any trace of uncertainty, “You could have anyone you want, anything– God, Scully, you deserve so much.” He sees a twinge of anger flash in Scully’s eyes and her gaze hardens, her hands come up to cup his jaw and she runs her fingers through the hair at his temples, it feels possessive, as if she’s making sure he won’t run away.

“Mulder, we’ve had so much taken from us, don’t we both deserve this?” her thumbs lightly scrape through his five-o’-clock shadow, her eyes following the sound, “What if what I want– Who I want, is you?” she whispers.

He closes his eyes and chuckles lightly, breathing through his nose, “Scully? Are we sure there are no bees around this time?”

The only noise in the apartment now is the bubbling of the fish tank, the movie having ended long ago, the soft glow of the TV illuminating their faces on the couch.

“Not that I can hear.” Scully whispers.

“Then, Scully, can I kiss you again? Or I guess, again– again?”

“Please.”