Position is Everything, MSR, V, NC-17, (1/1)Title: Position is Everything

Author: Andrea

Rating: NC-17

Category: MSR, V, ER, Mulder POV

Disclaimer: I'm not sure who legally owns, but I know 
they aren't mine, legally anyway.

Spoilers: None

Summary: Those 8 little words...

Notes: Thanks to Dan and Aly for beta reading.

Archiving: I'd be honoured.

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My heart quickens when I hear the words; words which at one time 
I never thought I'd hear from Scully.

"Do we have time for a quickie?"

Automatically I check my watch -- I don't know why. It wouldn't
matter where we were going or why, Fox Mulder always has time for
a quickie.

"I think so," I try to sound nonchalant even as my jeans are
becoming uncomfortably tight.

We are in the bedroom, stripping off our clothes in a matter of 
seconds. Scully makes it to the bed before me. Although she was
the one who had suggested this, I am still surprised at how 
ready she is for me; I always am. There is no foreplay; no 
gentle words of love. She simply smiles and opens her arms when 
I climb onto the bed and I grow harder at the sight; if that is 
physically possible. 

The sound she makes when I ease my cock into her causes my heart
to skip a beat. The soft little moan combined with the way her
body envelopes mine would be more aphrodisiac than most men could
handle. I fight to concentrate. She said quickie, but I don't 
think she meant this fast. As I begin to move within her, her 
hands gently caress my back. Little shivers chill me when she 
lightly drags her fingernails along my side.

My face is buried in the perfume of her hair. Sometimes it only
takes a whiff of this scent to make me crazy with lust. My mind
must connect her fragrance with this very activity. Scully's hands
are still moving over my back and ass and I am well on my way to
giving her what she has asked for, when she surprises me again.

"I changed my mind," her breath is warm on my neck; the pitch
of her voice low and melodic. "I don't want this to be a 
quickie."

This time it is me who moans. Luckily for Scully, I adapt to
change easily. I lift my head and bring my lips down onto hers.
As our tongues plunge into and plunder each others' mouths she
draws her knees up, resting her heels on my ass. I haven't 
stopped moving, but at her request, I've slowed my pace.

It may be a result of my video collection, or perhaps some other 
aspect of my turbulent life, but I have always preferred the 
more exotic sexual positions. Scully lets me try almost anything,
almost anywhere. I like to be able to see her, whether she's 
moving above me, or we're in front of a mirror. All-fours is 
another favorite of mine; Scully's ass is a vision I will never
tire off. We have made love in the shower, on the couch, in the 
car, on the floor -- we have utilized every flat and some not so 
flat surfaces in both of our apartments. We could add a few 
things to the Kama Sutra. 

It may be the eclectic nature of our repertoire that led me to 
one of biggest revelations of my adult life. This position is
phenomenal. I can't see Scully well, but I can feel her, taste
her and smell her. Her skin presses against mine, her breasts are 
arched against my chest, her erect nipples hard against my flesh.
She moves with me and her hips rise to meet my every thrust. Her 
hands are everywhere, caressing my back, squeezing my ass, 
clutching at my arms. 

I leave her mouth and begin to nip and suck at her neck until
she writhes beneath me. Sweat is beginning to trickle down my
neck, but Scully still places hungry kisses along my jaw. Our 
contact allows me to feel all of the signs that she is nearing
orgasm. Her heels are pressing into my ass, and her fingernails 
are digging into my biceps. Her hips are off the bed and her back
has become rigid. Her lips have sought mine again, and she is 
practically devouring me. 

I thrust harder, wanting to feel her body quake around mine. I
am lucid enough to fear this may end up being faster than she
wants, but I won't risk interrupting her pleasure. Her moans
and sighs soon alleviate any worries I had.

When her body grows taut, her lips are still against mine, but
we aren't kissing; she is gasping and panting into my mouth. This
position lets me feel the twitch of every muscle as she rides out
her climax. 

The input is too much for me and after a few less than elegant 
strokes, I groan and shudder as her orgasm precipitates mine. 
I feel her legs tighten around me, her arms wrap around my
neck and she sighs contentedly into my ear.

I don't want to move. I have never felt this close to anyone
before; the intimacy of this position astounds me. We are 
completely surrounding each other. Our bodies are now damp, 
though the sweat is likely all mine. Our mouths, which were too 
preoccupied with gathering air, have begun to seek kisses again, 
although our breathing is still labored. When I pull back to 
smile at her, I see her hair is tangled, her lipstick is smeared
and her mascara has started to run. Her eyes are still dark with
passion and her cheeks are flushed from her orgasm. I don't think
I've ever seen her look more beautiful. 

For an instant I think I will use this position from now on, 
because of the intensity of emotion I have just experienced. It 
occurs to me quickly though, that using it too much, as with 
anything, will make it less exquisite. Instead I will reserve it 
for those times when words alone won't be enough to express how 
I feel -- when I need show Scully how deeply and profoundly I 
love her.

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