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Scully rolls off him with a sigh, kissing his chest and shoulder before she snuggles into his side. He doesn’t know what expression she’s sporting, but he’s grinning. In bliss. Of all the things Mulder missed about her, sex didn’t even make it into the top three – to his surprise. But he’s missed her. Missed being with her. All of it.“That was good,” she says, sounding satisfied. After all these years, sleeping together feels like coming home. Like slipping into your coziest, warmest sweater on a cold winter night.“Did I ride you speechless?” She hides her giggle against his rib cage. It’s one of his favorite things about making love to her; her playfulness. During the day, she conceals this part of herself beneath her professionalism and her suits, but he’s long found out about her secrets.“Did you tire out your mouth?” she asks again and he pretends to be shocked by her crudeness. They share a grin and he leans over and presses a soft kiss against her lips.“My mouth is fine,” he assures her. “A bit out of practice maybe.”"Hmm, we can work on that." In these precious moments, she’s as open as a book, vulnerable and genuine. Like a vanilla orchid, she blooms for only a brief moment, but the beauty of it is the most spectacular reward he can imagine.“You surprised me.”“Hm?” He loses track of his thoughts, watching her. Her lips are thoroughly kissed and her hair a wild, chaotic mane. Her cheeks are rosy, and if anyone were to walk into the room right now, they couldn’t deny that they’ve just violated the Bureau’s policy against male and female agents consorting—or fraternizing—in the same hotel room. He can only hope that they’ve updated the rules by now.“You and me, having relations while on assignment. I remember times when this was strictly off limits.”“Mulder, we’re old,” she says matter-of-factly. “Us having sex while working this case won’t make a difference.”“We can finally save the FBI some money and share hotel rooms,” he muses.“In your dreams.” She taps her finger against his forehead. “I tried once, you know.”“Tried what?”“Seducing you.” She shakes her head, smiling. “I don’t know if that’s the right word.”“When was this?” he asks, searching his brain. Scully trying to seduce him while on a case? Now that’s something straight from his dreams.“Don’t you remember? The Mothman case.”“The Mothman – oh. You were… wow.”“You didn’t know?” she asks, genuine surprise in her voice and expression. She sits up and her breasts right in front of his eyes momentarily distract him. As if reading his mind, she reaches for his t-shirt and puts it on.“I didn’t know,” he says, dazed. The moment replays in his mind as though it were an old, worn-out VHS tape. Scully walking into his hotel room, looking so much younger than she is now. She was holding something – his memory is fuzzy there. How was he supposed to know that she was coming on to him?“All these years I thought you just weren’t ready,” she says, reaching out to touch him. In all honesty, he most likely wasn’t. They weren’t. Not then. It took them another while – over a year if his math is correct. Scully is the math whiz in this relationship.“Were we? Ready, I mean.”She mulls his question over, playing with his chest hair. When she’s come to a conclusion, she glances up at him. Time has treated her well; every line on her face is a story carved by life. He can’t help but wonder how many of these he’s caused himself.“I don’t know.”“We would have had more time,” he says.“Or we would have broken up a few months in.”“Never.” His whisper is reverent and he kisses her, needing to banish the mere idea from his mind. Their one break-up, still so recent and painful, has been enough for one lifetime. He knows he can live without her; he’s had to learn. But the truth is that he doesn’t want to be without her.“It all worked out in the end, didn’t it?” He hears the question she’s really asking. She’s no longer talking about the past.He kisses her softly, whispering “it did” against her lips. She responds to his kiss, deepens it. Parts of his anatomy get the memo, slowly waking up again. Things take time these days. He rolls them over so that he’s on top. He teases her lips with his own, simply enjoying their closeness, when she murmurs something into his mouth.“What?” he asks, reluctantly breaking the kiss.“You really didn’t know,” she says. “You believe in Bigfoot, the Jersey Devil, the Sasquatch, but you couldn’t imagine that I was coming on to you.”“Strangest thing I ever heard,” he jokes. “But Scully? I believe it now. No doubt in my mind what your intentions are right now.”“Good,” she says, capturing his mouth again.