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'COMFORT
FACTOR'
By: Kimogen
'Fox, its your
mother...' Those innocent words that had started all of this.
Together, they had listened to Teena Mulder's last phone call to
her son as Scully had broken the terrible news to him. His mother
had been suffering from a terrible disease. She had died as she
had lived. Alone.
His anger had been predictable. Fox Mulder was full of barely
constrained aggression, simmering just beneath the surface,
constantly searching for an outlet. And tonight, she had become
his outlet.
It had happened easily, more easily than seven years of fighting
it should have allowed. But then, he did always keep her
guessing. She had pulled him into her arms as he had sobbed on
the couch, his body wracked with physical pain at the horrible
news. It had hurt her to watch him break down, seeming like a
lost child in that moment. Together they crouched on the hard
floor, clinging onto one another as though their lives depended
on it. His arms encircled her so tightly as if his survival
depended on it, almost crushing her against his body as she
hushed him, warm hands smoothing over his hair, whispering that
she was there into his ear. They had stayed like that until the
room grew dark and the street lights cast eerie shadows through
the half-closed blinds.
Finally, his grip had relaxed slightly and Dana was almost
certain that he had fallen asleep. Her knees were groaning in
complaint against the hardwood floor and she knew she should get
him settled into a more comfortable position. She rocked him
gently, coaxing him to stand, but as she moved, his grip
tightened desperately around her, stifling her once again.
"Don't go," he had whispered, the first words spoken
between them in hours.
She shook her head, smiling down at him, drawing him to his feet
and into her arms. Mulder towered over her as he enveloped her in
his embrace. "I'm not going anywhere. Let's just get more
comfortable."
He let her lead him through the door towards the bed. He stood
passively as she unbuttoned his shirt and removed his trousers,
treating him like a child. Dana pulled back the already rumpled
covers and sat him against a stack of pillows. Mulder sat for a
moment contemplating her as she removed her own jacket and shoes.
His lip trembled, tears threatening once again as she approached
the bed, scooting across to him. His arms pulled her to him
immediately, hugging her tightly as though she were a rag doll,
desperate for contact after the minute spent away from her warm
touch
"I need you so much." He whispered the words down into
her hair as he rocked them back and forth, her face buried
against his chest. His undershirt was damp with her tears then at
his admission of need. It was so unlike Mulder. Dana realised in
that moment, that in the instant Teena Mulder had taken her last
breath, she had abandoned her son. Dana was now his world. He had
no one else.
Although she wasn't sure how her lips had found his face; she was
suddenly raining kisses upon his eyelids, kissing away the tracks
of his tears. A sigh escaped his mouth, his breath whispering
past her ear. She gasped as Mulder's hands swept her hair back
away from her own face, entwining themselves as shock stilled her
motions. He was still for a second, looking into her eyes, his
own still swirling almost black with his agony, making her want
so badly to take it away from him that her chest physically ached
at the knowledge that she never could. He read her thoughts in
her eyes and shook his head, telling her silently not to cry for
him. Mulder hated that he could cause her such pain. They
realised in the same instant that they were joined, irrevocably,
by their experiences. His pain had become her pain. The rest was
inevitable. So Mulder sealed their fate. He drew her to him and
kissed her. Hard.
Dana gasped at the pressure of his mouth covering her own. His
tongue snaked into her as her lips parted, instinctively knowing
how she liked to be kissed. His hands moved up to unbutton her
shirt, not bothering to gauge her reaction, knowing that she
wanted him as badly as he needed her, even before she had
realised herself. Mulder peeled away the simple fabric, revealing
a blue bra and more soft white flesh than he had even dared dream
about. Dana pushed him into the nest of pillows, understanding
his need for her, and giving it over immediately.
Her body moved of its own accordance to straddle his outstretched
legs, his hands finding her waist as his lips sought hers. Dana
suddenly knew that they had been fighting the tide for too long.
The tension between them had always burned just beneath the
surface, dormant, waiting for a catalyst. His mother's death had
been the occurrence that had triggered the reaction. This
reaction. Now Dana was content to let him take what he needed.
And take he did.
Mulder's hands had removed her bra without her even noticing. His
lips left hers only to move south, tracking a wet trail upon her
skin, finally latching onto one erect nipple. She groaned loudly,
which only served to encourage his motions as he cupped one
breast, pinching its tip, whilst his mouth worked on the other.
Her hand was in his hair, encouraging, reassuring, urging him on
with his assault.
From where she sat, nestled in his lap, Dana was profusely aware
of his arousal. Through the stiff denim of his jeans, she could
feel the steel of him, straining against the fabric. It made her
ache with desire as his mouth worked elsewhere. She ground her
hips down into him, causing delicious friction against the seams
of her own clothes and making Mulder groan and release her
breast. She looked down, smiling, to see the tears that continued
to soak his face. Dana realised suddenly that her skin was wet
with them, her flesh glistening in the dim light of the room. She
stroked his cheek tenderly before she moved and began to strip
away what remained of her suit. Once her own clothes were gone,
heaped on the floor beside the bed, Dana moved to do the same for
him.
Dana peeled away her partner's damp shirt, tossing it to meet her
own. She worked the buttons on his jeans, trying so hard to be
gentle with him as she tugged them down and away. As soon as he
was free of them, Mulder pushed upwards and into her warm palm as
she divested him of his boxer shorts. Finally, they were both
naked, no more boundaries between them.
Still his tears fell insistently as Dana pushed him once again to
the stack of pillows that were propped against the headboard. Her
eyes couldn't help but flick over his strong, muscular body,
prone beneath her as she straddled him once more. Mulder lay
still beneath her, tears wet on his face, his eyes piercing her,
showing her the depths of his soul as he watched her looking at
him in the lamplight. He was such a contradiction: his body was
so beautiful, his presence so huge and imposing, yet his soul was
so irrevocably tortured, damaged and marred. Dana kissed his eyes
as they flickered closed, praying to God that she could make him
forget his pain, if only for a while. Her lips silently begged
him to let her love him as they kissed away the tears that had
ceased with his closing eyes.
If not for the sigh that escaped his lips, Dana would have
believed that he had fallen asleep. She smiled and raised herself
up slightly, feeling his erection just behind her. She gripped
him and Mulder groaned loudly, his moan tailing off as his lips
formed her name. He couldn't help but raise his hands to grasp
her hips tightly, his eyes opening to watch her as she reached
around and stroked him, a slight smile set on her lips.
Mulder was moaning steadily, battling against the pleasure she
was able to elicit from him, as it mingled with his emotional
pain. He longed to forget, to immerse himself in her and let his
memories fly from him mind. The only thing he wanted to remember
was the beautiful woman whose hands were doing such incredible
things to him. He needed to touch her, needed to be inside her,
needed to submerge himself in her, body and soul and lose himself
completely.
Dana could see his thoughts, etched upon his face whilst his
hands held her tightly enough to bruise her delicate skin. She
let him, wanting him to hurt her if it meant saving him. She
would let him do that to her tonight. Only tonight, she told
herself, knowing really that she would always forget herself for
him. Briefly, she wondered when exactly Mulder had insinuated
himself so deeply into her soul.
She raised herself up again, hearing his groan of disappointment
as her hot dampness left the skin of his abdomen. She quickly
positioned herself, knowing that her next move was going to be
excruciating, wishing that he had been able to help her ready
herself for this. It had been so long since she had last had a
man inside her, and Mulder was so big...but she only knew that he
needed this.
Dana reached around and gripped him, guiding him against her,
shivering slightly as Mulder shifted his hips beneath her. He was
desperate to be inside her. She leant forward, widening herself
as she lowered down to meet him more fully, feeling him against
her, burningly hot against her already heated flesh. She took him
in, bit by bit, surprised by how ready she actually was. She felt
herself expanding, the sting slight, more a burning ache, nowhere
near so intense as she had expected. Dana concentrated on
relaxing her muscles, feeling them clench as the sensation
overwhelmed her. She lifted up slightly, taking a little more of
him in with her as she relaxed and repositioned. Finally, she had
all of him inside her. She released a breath she hadn't realised
she has holding, her hands on his chest, feeling it rise and fall
as she sat against him, her groin flush with his. His body filled
her so perfectly and so completely, she was certain their bodies
had been designed as jigsaw pieces. Dana sighed, her eyes closing
as she realised how she had fooled herself. This wasn't all for
Mulder. She needed it every bit as badly as he did. He twitched
beneath her, hands moving to cup her breasts, reminding her of
the task at hand.
Dana rose on up and away from him, using the strength of both her
knees and her hands braced against his chest to lift herself. She
made slow and gentle love to his body, relishing in the smile on
his face and the rapid rise and fall of his chest beneath her
hands. He was sweating with the effort of holding back, thrusting
his hips up to meet her strokes, wanting for her to come before
he would allow himself to. Dana leant in to tenderly caress his
cheek as she rose and fell against him, her breath hitching with
each powerful upthrust of his hips. She wiped away the last of
his tears, managing to kiss his face, pressing her body into him,
giving her aching thighs a rest by rocking gently back and forth.
Mulder was moaning deep in his throat and his eyes were squeezed
tightly closed against the tide that was threatening to break
over him, if only he would let it.
"Come on baby, let it go." She soothed him, her palm to
his cheek as her body tightened around him, urging him on,
reassuring. "Come for me...baby come on." Her voice
tapped into his senses, his brain registering her use of the
endearment. His eyes opened to see her looking down at him, with
such love reflected in her face that Mulder felt the last trace
of control leave him. He held her tightly to him for a second
before rolling them sideways, landing with her spread breathless
beneath him. Dana gasped out her surprise, her eyes widening as
Mulder repositioned slightly, still buried within her as he
reached around and drew her knees up and spread her legs further
to accommodate his wide hips. She smiled as she realised his need
for control.
Mulder drew back slowly, his eyes sliding closed as he almost
left the refuge of her body, before slamming himself forwards and
down into the cradle of her pelvis, sliding her slightly upwards
on the mattress before repeating the action again and again. Dana
cried out loudly at the sensation, unsure of whether it was
pleasure or pain that she was experiencing. The orgasm that began
its ascent from deep inside her body told her it was pleasure as
her breath caught in her chest. Mulder was still jackhammering
into her body as she tightened around him, bringing her legs up
around his hips in an effort to drive him deeper to release the
pressure that was threatening to split her apart at any second.
She knew Mulder was just as close from the expression on his
face. His head was thrown as far back as their position would
allow and he was grinding down against her at the peak of every
thrust, as though he could meld their bodies together.
Finally, the white light that had been building behind her eyes
broke free and erupted over her, enveloping their writhing,
gripping, sweating bodies. Dana cried out his name in a garbled
declaration of love as he continued to drive into her, almost
breaking her with his force. The waves of her orgasm spread over
her entire body, more intense than she had ever experienced
before, making her cry out continuously, scratching him, clawing
at his flesh in an effort to draw the same pleasure out of his
body. Dana sobbed out her pleas again and again until finally she
could feel him, his whole body clenching before it all poured
out. He was coming, hard, hot and fast inside her, pushing her
yet higher, burning her inside and filling her. Mulder's shouts
joined her own, mingling their incoherence as they came and came
and came, wondering through the midst of it all whether it would
ever end.
Eventually, they collapsed together, spent, exhausted and yet
elated. Mulder rolled sideways, dragging her with him, not
wanting to lose her contact for even a second. He wrapped their
still-heaving bodies in the sheet, pulling her into his embrace
and raining kisses down onto her face, finally alert for the
first time since Dana had broken the terrible news to him earlier
that evening.
Her body ached as Mulder hugged her tight, clinging to her like a
childhood teddy-bear. She struggled to steady her uneven breath,
inhaling the scent of their combined sweat and the musk of sex.
Somehow, Dana reached up an arm and smoothed back a lock of damp
hair from his forehead. He smiled and returned the gesture,
hooking the hair behind her ear. He kissed her gently on the
mouth.
"I love you, you know that, don't you?" The words were
whispered against her damp skin, encapsulating Mulder's
insecurities. She nodded and smiled.
"I love you too, you know that, right?" She snuggled
deeper into his embrace. "It's gonna be alright...we'll work
it all out." She felt his arms tighten around her.
"You called me 'baby' you know." Mulder chuckled,
making her smile.
"Sex-talk. Pretend you didn't like it." Her tone was
teasing. Mulder was a big softie at heart, a little boy longing
to be called by pet names.
"Yeah, well, no using that one around the office."
"Wouldn't dream of it." Dana was glad for the
light-hearted banter that they had slipped back into so easily.
Mulder always used humour to cover an inner turmoil. She knew he
was hurting inside, that he would be for a while. But Dana was
just glad to have been able to draw him back from the brink. His
mother had inflicted her final hurt on her son, there would be no
more revelations, no more dirty secrets. Mulder was finally free
of the awful legacy of his family's sordid past. And it had been
her who had saved him. And in saving him, she had finally won his
heart.
Disclaimer:
Not mine, I just like to get them in the sack as often as
possible.
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