Title: Three Days

Author: Andrea

Rating: NC-17

Category: MSR, ER, Mulder POV, PWP

Spoilers: None

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CC's.

Notes: I'd like to thank Boondoggler and Tom Hong for their
information on the Navy and their award ceremonies. I'm also
deeply indebted to Aly and Evie for their speedy beta reading.
A special thanks goes out to Jemirah for her live beta. Nothing
beats live beta!

Archiving: I'd be honoured!

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It had been half an hour since Scully had called me to tell me that
she was on her way home. It had been three days since I'd seen
her. Three days since I'd caressed her soft skin. Three
days since my lips had been pressed against hers. Three days
since my nose had been buried in the freshness of her hair. They
had been the longest three days of life.

After her call I'd started thinking about our reunion and found
myself immediately aroused. What can I say? I have never once
professed to be the master of my domain.

I was *so* right not to have driven Scully to the airport. When
I'd first told her that I thought it would be a bad idea she'd
looked a little hurt and confused. But then I explained that I'd
be more than delighted to drive her as long as she didn't mind
being dragged into the back seat when I came to pick her up. At
this her eyes had darkened noticeably and then she'd tackled me,
right there in the kitchen. It wasn't the first time we'd had
kitchen sex, but it was definitely the steamiest.

Thinking about that was not a good idea. Scully would be home
soon, and if the flesh was weak again, I wouldn't be ready for
her. I'd been looking forward to this since she'd pulled the door
closed behind her. I would have to try to think about something
else, because as soon as she walked in the door I wanted
to be ready to show her just how much I missed her.

Thinking about Bill should be a sufficient distraction. He
was the reason that she was gone in the first place. It was
partially our own fault, I guess, for deciding not to tell
anyone about our relationship just yet. But Bill didn't leave
room on the invitation that he sent to his sister for her to
bring an escort. I'm sure that he was purposely trying to exclude
me. Well, I didn't want to go to see him, anyway. I just wanted
to be with Scully.

I still don't understand why everyone was so excited. So Bill was
getting his first command--why was that such a big deal? Scully
had tried to explain how important it was to Bill's career and
how special it was that he was getting a command at such a young 
age. But all that I cared about was that Scully would be leaving 
me alone for three days. Three days! I hadn't thought that I'd be 
able to cope.

We'd talked on the phone every night and that had been some help.
Phone sex was no substitute for the real thing, but phone sex
with Scully was infinitely better than anything that I'd paid for
in the past. And she had the perfect voice for it, too. It made me
shiver just thinking about it.

I was supposed to be thinking about something to keep my mind off
sex with Scully, and phone sex with Scully was not a good
alternative.

I'd almost gone to San Diego with Scully, despite not being
invited to Bill's ceremony, but Skinner had vetoed that idea.
Scully and I had let our paperwork get the better of us. We used
to work late and on the weekends to keep up with the Bureau's
demand for anything and everything in triplicate. Since we'd
become intimate, though, our spare time had been filled with far 
more enjoyable activities.

Skinner had decided that he was going to make me pay the piper. I
had to stay behind and try to catch up on our backlog. Skinner had
said that he might have considered it if I'd been family, but 
dropping to my knees and proposing to Scully right in front of him
hadn't changed his mind. 

In retrospect, perhaps we shouldn't have kept our relationship a
secret. Then I wouldn't have had to live through these three days
of torture. Granted, three days with brother Bill wouldn't have
been a walk in the park, but if I'd been snuggled up to his baby
sister every night, I would have been able to handle anything.

I looked at my watch. Scully would be home any minute and I was
breathless in anticipation. I'd been pacing around the living
room, but when I heard the sound of the door knob turning I
stood stock still.

Her smile lit her face when she saw me.

"How was your flight?" I asked, thinking that it might be better
to make a little small talk before I jumped her.

"It was okay," she said, setting down her bags. I probably should
have offered to carry them for her, but I seemed to be rooted
where I stood. "I spent most of the time thinking about you," she
added.

"Yeah?" I grinned. "Anything good?"

"Well, I was thinking that maybe back seat sex may not have been
such a bad thing after all," her voice deepened as she spoke.

"God, I missed you, Scully," I told her just as my legs began to
recover.

She melted against me when I gathered her into my arms. When my
mouth descended onto hers, she returned my kisses as hungrily as
I gave them. It never ceased to amaze me that Scully felt as
passionately about me as I did about her.

As our kiss continued, I lifted her off of her feet and carried
her to the couch. After setting her down, I straightened up to look
at her. My God, she was beautiful. Our kiss had smudged her
lipstick and her eyes had grown smoky. My hands must have been in
her hair at some point because it had been immaculate when she'd
walked in and now it was in complete disarray.

"I missed you too, Mulder," she whispered, reaching for my
waistband.

As she pulled me towards her, she closed the space between us by
sliding to the edge of the couch. She kept looking up at me
through her desire-darkened eyes as she worked to undo my jeans.

When her cool hand slipped into my boxers, my knees almost gave
out. Then the sensation of her hot mouth in contrast to the
coolness of her hand started to make me dizzy. I had to spread my
legs to keep my balance.

"That feels incredible, Scully," I groaned as her lips closed
around my shaft. One of her hands had slid back into my boxers
and was gently cradling my balls.

"Mmm," she answered, sending magnificent vibrations through my
cock.

Scully's wonderful mouth felt so good; too good, in fact. If she
didn't stop soon, all of my plans for our reunion would be moot.
But it felt so good, I didn't want her to stop. Yes, yes, yes she
had to stop.

"Stop, Scully," I panted.

She looked up at me questioningly as she slowly let my cock slide
out of her mouth. She knew how much I liked this and was
obviously confused about why I wanted her to stop.

"I had other plans for your welcome home party," I explained.

"But this is what I thought about all the way home," she pouted.

I stopped breathing. Scully was fantasizing about giving me
blowjobs? God, I loved this woman.

"Don't you want to make love?" I asked when I'd recovered my
voice. "Don't you want me inside of you?"

"God, yes," she breathed. "I just thought that you'd like--"

"Oh, Scully," I interrupted her, "You have no idea how hard it
was for me to stop you. But I want to be buried deep inside of
you. So deep that I lose myself in you. That's what I've been
thinking about."

"Mulder," she sighed, "I love you so much." Then she began to
push my jeans further down my legs. I kicked them off, and
then peeled off my t-shirt. She was almost naked when I was done,
but I helped her remove the few articles she was still wearing.

I leaned in and covered her mouth with mine again and as our
tongues met and danced, I felt Scully moving beneath me. I pulled
out of the kiss to see what she was doing. She was getting to her
knees, her left side against the back of the couch.

"I want you on your back," I told her.

"But--" she started to protest.

"On your back, with your legs on my shoulders," I cut her off.
"That *is* your favorite position, isn't it?"

"Yes, but this is yours," she pointed out. "You wouldn't let me
finish earlier, can't we at least use your favorite position?"
Her bottom lip had begun to protrude again.

"Scully," I shook my head. "You're making this very difficult for
me, but let me try to explain."

She looked at me, waiting for my explanation, disappointment
apparent in her eyes. She was going to be the death of me.

"If we start with my favorite position, this will be over far
more quickly than I'd planned and I won't get to see you come."

The disappointment faded from her eyes, only to be replaced with
that look that scientists call the copulatory gaze. I sucked in
a deep breath so that I could continue.

"But if we start with your favorite position, I'll be able to
watch your bliss and I'll probably even last long enough to switch
around, if you insist."

"You have to promise to switch after my first orgasm," she
bargained.

"What if you come right away? How about after your second?" I
made a counter offer.

"Promise?"

"I promise," I assured her.

"No matter how much you're enjoying watching me?" She raised an
eyebrow at me.

"Cross my heart," I accompanied my word with the gesture.

"Well...okay," she consented as she turned to lie down on the
couch.

My cock got harder just watching her. I remembered when we'd
discovered this position. I'd known immediately that we were onto
something because Scully had said something that I'd never heard
her say before. She says it every time her legs are over my
shoulders.

I knelt on the couch between her legs. Even if this wasn't my
favorite position, I would never tire of seeing Scully beneath
me, her eyes filled with desire for me.

"When I was thinking about being buried deep inside of you, this
is what I was thinking about," I told her as I lifted her legs.
"It's all that I could think about while you were gone." As I
leaned forward, bending her knees almost to her shoulders, I
could see and smell how ready Scully was for me.

As I slid my cock into her, I prepared to hear the words that I
loved so much.

"Oh fuck," she groaned, fulfilling my wish, making me groan with
her. Anything that made Scully talk like that must have felt
incredible. If the look on her face was any indication, it felt
more than incredible. Nothing felt better to me than seeing
Scully like this. I think she was wrong. This *was* my favorite
position, or tied for first at least.

As soon as I began to move, Scully groaned again and arched her
head backwards.

"Yes," she panted and then she stopped breathing.

It had freaked me out the first time it happened. Her body went
stiff, she held her breath, and her arms went limp. But now I was
used to it, and knew what it signaled. So I continued to pump into
her, watching the look of ecstasy on her face. Her back arched
and she exhaled with a moan. That was one. I quickened my pace
and Scully responded immediately.

The second one usually took a little longer, but I loved listening
to the sounds that she made getting there. This time, however, I
was hearing a different noise. The sound of our love making had
become quite wet and I knew that I hadn't come yet. Scully was
gasping and groaning as she neared her second climax. Apparently
she didn't hear this new noise or she didn't care. Holding her
breath and arching her back, she clawed at my shoulders as she
peaked again.

Remembering my promise, I stopped and straightened up so that I
could put her legs back down. Then I watched her as she came
down from her high.

"I'm sorry, Mulder," she said once she'd caught her breath.

"Why?" I smiled as I leaned back over her to kiss her.

"Because I wanted to switch before you came."

"I didn't come, Scully," I informed her and then gave her another
quick kiss.

"Then what's that...?" Her voiced trailed off.

"I think that's you," I waggled my eyebrows at her.

"Me?" Her voice rose in disbelief. "But I've never..."

"Then I'm glad that I was your first," I chuckled.

"Do you really think I...?" She asked in amazement.

"Female ejaculation isn't unheard of, Scully," I assured 
her, "And I hope that you aren't embarrassed about it, 
because I think it's great."

When I pulled out her so that we could switch around, a trickle
followed me. Scully's eyes widened.

"I really did, didn't I?"

"Yes, you really did, now get on your knees. It's my turn."

"Mulder!" she complained, but she couldn't hide her smile. "I
think that you're jealous."

"On the contrary, Scully, it turns me on more than you could ever
imagine that our lovemaking would have that effect on you."

"God, Mulder," she sat up and kissed me fervently before getting
to her knees.

She was kneeling with her back to me, leaning slightly forward so
that I could ease into her once again. Her orgasms had made her
hotter and tighter. I began to take long, slow strokes, savoring
the silkiness of her. From this position I could squeeze her
breasts and kiss and nuzzle her neck while her ass was pressed
back against me. I breathed in the scent of her hair and was once
again astounded that Scully was letting me make love to her, that
Scully wanted me to make love to her, that she wanted to please
me.

"God, Scully, I *do* love this position," I breathed in her ear.
"But I think that I love your favorite, too. I love to watch your
face when we make love. I love to see how I make you feel." I was
panting as I spoke. Even with my earlier activity, it wasn't going
to be long before I came. Putting my hands behind me on the couch,
I leaned back so that I could thrust harder as my own orgasm built
inside of me.

Scully was hanging on to the back of the couch for balance. With
my final thrusts I could tell that I took Scully with me. Her
inner walls clenched and then rippled around me, making my orgasm
seem to go on forever.

We were both quiet for a moment while we caught our breath. My
hands were around her waist and I held her against me tightly.
She laid her head back against my shoulder.

"Can I ask you something, Scully?" I inquired when I had my
breath back.

"Mmm hmm," she snuggled back against me.

"When were you going to answer my question?"

"What question?" she asked drowsily.

"The one I asked you in front of Skinner last week. Remember? 
I was on my knees..."

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