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[ Look: Scully is a small woman. There is no arguing about it. In day-to-day life it's a frustration, a constant effort to match others' stature with the force of her willpower.

This, though, is a sort of guilty pleasure; she relishes feeling so much smaller than a partner, being pressed into the sofa by the heat of him. Whimpering softly against his mouth at the attention he's lavishing on her sensitive breasts, she clumsily slides a palm under the hem of his sweater, too greedy to pause long enough to get it off but eager to touch as much as she can. ]

[Those little whimpers that issue against his lips have David that much more keyed-up than he already was, and he can't help but let his hips press into Scully's briefly. A soft groan issues from his throat, too, feeling her palm slide up under his sweater. He's lean but muscular; turns out having a boyfriend with super-everything is a really good motivator to hit the gym.

After a little more of this, he pulls back to ask breathlessly,] Can I go down on you? [It's been ages since he's had the pleasure, and he's decided he'd really like to hear what she sounds like once he's gotten his mouth on her properly.]

[ She might protest him pulling away... But that question makes her gasp sharply instead. ]

Yes, [ she breathes, eager and shameless, his words more than enough to spark a throb of desire deep within her. It would have taken her a lot more to work up the nerve to ask for it, but yes, it's an easy answer. ]

[Dana's eager response has David splitting into a devilish grin, and he gives her one more enthusiastic kiss before he resumes kissing his way down her body. He noses into her sternum, gives each pale breast a wet kiss, before meandering lower. His body unfolds down the sofa as he kisses and nips at her lower belly, his fingers pulling down the waistband of her bottoms and underwear all in one go.]

God, [he breathes as he takes in the sight of her, dark eyes flickering back up to her face. He pauses only to strip off his cardigan and the plain white tee underneath, before he's settling back between her thighs and encouraging her to prop her knees over his broad shoulders.]

You can pull my hair all you want. Tell me if you don't like something. [That's all he can manage before he's leaning down to drag his tongue up the length of her, moaning as the taste and scent of her floods his senses.]

[ under other circumstances, if they took this slower, she might feel self conscious. But the whirlwind pace and his unmistakable enthusiasm, twined with the heady experience of sexual synchrony, make it impossible to second guess this.

Wriggling her hips to help him get her out of her pants, she tries to catch her breath a little, leaning back to admire the glimpse she gets of his body before he sinks back between her thighs, where she's already wet, eager to be touched. ]

Oh God, [ she gasps, trying not to let her hips jerk too sharply against his face, heels sliding over his back until she settles, hand sliding through his lush hair, though she's not tugging. (Yet.) ]

Don't stop, [ she breathes, more demanding than begging. ]

[It really is a shame David doesn't get to do this more often; he really does enjoy it, loves making his partner writhe and squirm over him. He makes an approving little sound at Scully's reactions, letting his hands curl around the tops of her thighs as he repeats the motion. Her fingers feel good in his curls, her heels digging into his back, and he doesn't need to be asked twice to keep going.

David takes a few moments to get to know the shape of her, letting his tongue trace her folds, seeking out the pearl of her clit to lap over it in flat, wet strokes. His thumbs press her soft thighs open a little wider, giving him a little more room to work as he laps up her arousal, a low groan issuing from his chest.]

[ Well, if he wants to keep his hand in the game-- and his very clever tongue-- needless to say, Scully is on board to help. She's magnanimous like that.

Her chest heaves with ragged breaths, head tossed back against the cushions; and though she's quiet at first, a little restrained, it doesn't take him long to tease a little whimper out, her grasp tightening in his curls, tugging lightly. And when he groans against her, the sound rumbling through sends a delicious shiver along her spine and elicits a sharp gasp. ]

Oh God, [ she whines, hips bucking; as he keeps working her with his tongue she lifts her head to watch him. The thrum of synchrony between them magnifies every sensation; she's closer already than she can believe. ]

[Every sound Scully makes, every whimper and gasp, is fuel for David's fire, the bucking of her hips and the tug of fingers in his hair leaving him even more turned on than he already was. He pulls back just long enough to gasp for air before moving back in to wrap his lips around her clit and suck. He can feel the tension building in their sync, wonders how close she is.

He wonders, too, how many times he can get her off. Not that it's a contest, but she always seems so pent-up and straight-laced. Definitely deserving of multiple orgasms, if you ask him. One hand shifts from its place around her hip to draw two fingers through her slit, gathering her arousal on his fingertips so he can rub lower and tease at her entrance.]

[ When he pulls away it spurs a little whine of protest that fairly explodes into a ragged moan as he redoubles his efforts. Back arched, she pants and twists; she's not sure she's ever been with anyone so enthusiastic about this, though, and it's revelatory. ]

Fuck, [ she breathes, high-pitched and wavering. Her free hand ghosts over her own breast as he strokes her slick flesh, the faint, teasing pressure winding her ever tighter. There's a pleading note, now, to the desperate little sounds he ekes out of her. ]

[The explosive response David gets tells him he's on the right track; he stays right where he is, a muffled moan issuing from between Scully's thighs as he really gets into it. His face is slick and wet with her arousal, just like the fingertips that dip shallowly into her entrance before pressing in with more intent, first one and then two, heeding the desperation he can hear in her voice despite the way her thighs muffle his hearing.

He's going to be so insufferable about this later on.]

[ Justified smugness is acceptable. And after this she'll probably be less shy about wiping that expression off his face if the mood takes her.

And really, he's earning it. He doesn't relent, and though she's arguably at his mercy the sound of his moan against her quivering thighs makes her feel oddly powerful, a rush that floods through their bond of synchrony as her fist clenches in his curls.

In the end it's the delicious pressure of his fingers inside her that undoes her; she comes hard and suddenly, clenching around him and trembling a little, her moan loud and shameless. ]

[His jaw is starting to ache, but David doesn't relent until he feels Scully clamp down around his fingers, trembling. Not even then, really; he works her through her orgasm until he feels her begin to grow over-sensitive, then draws away with one last lap through her folds as he draws his fingers out. He eases her thighs down from his shoulders and sits back on his heels, clearly enjoying the sight of her in her afterglow and feeling very proud of himself, thanks very much.]

So? [he asks, wiping off his face on the back of his wrist, his other hand soothing idly over her hip.] Did I pass muster?

[ God, that's hot. She floats in a drowsy haze for a moment as he untangles himself from her legs, looking thoroughly debauched; a deep flush painting her cheeks and chest, her breath still ragged. She flashes a smile as she drags herself back to reality, running a hand through the tangle of her hair and sitting up a little straighter. It's far less guarded than her usual smile, flashing teeth; the kind of grin she's always afraid looks a little goofy, but the self-conscious part of her has been soothed away, for the moment. ]

No complaints here, [ she nearly purrs, deceptively mild; she leans forward to catch a quick kiss, sliding a hand onto his thigh. ]

[David licks his lips, eyes dragging over her with undeniable hunger as she comes back to her body, and when she leans up for a kiss he responds by threading his hand into the tangle of her hair, pulling her close by the waist.]

Good, [he breathes between smooches,] 'cause I'm not nearly done with you. [Her lips, her soft skin, all the gorgeous little sounds she makes...how could he not be eager for more of her?]

[ How can she help smirking a little at that? His attention does wonders for her ego. It's not exactly that she lacks confidence, but that she rarely lets herself acknowledge that it matters; how she looks, whether she's attractive. For so long she has defined herself by less tangible things-- intellect, expertise, authority-- it's liberating, for a moment, to set it aside. To be in her body, and revel in feeling and sensation and the appreciation he's lavishing on her. ]

We're just getting started, [ she laughs, shifting to straddle his lap, smoothing a hand down his chest and rolling her hips to tease him. ]

[David feels his mouth go dry as Scully moves to straddle his lap, and all he can do is nod quickly and enthusiastically as his hands settle on her hips. His chest is carpeted in dark, neatly-trimmed hair that ruffles beneath her hand, disappearing below the waistband of his joggers low on his hips. A low, filthy groan tears from his throat as he bucks up into her teasing.]

Um— [David licks his lips, fixes her with a very matter-of-fact look that cuts deliberately through the awkwardness inherent in what he's about to say.] So, from what I understand, it's impossible to get sick or pregnant here? But there is a condom in my pants pocket, if that feels better for you.

[ matter-of-fact is a good tactic with Scully, and frankly, proactive responsibility is pretty hot.

She'd mulled the question over before he got here-- before she texted, actually, because overthinking is a way of life. In the moment, it's a totally different calculus. There's the practical, rational part of her that says always, always; and then there's the part of her captivated only by sensation, the promise of him pressed against her, hard and hot.

When she has been reckless-- and at times she is, like she saves up all her chaos and impulsivity and passion for a rainy day-- she has been more reckless than this, so it doesn't seem like the moment to do this by halves. ]

We don't need it, [ she decides, murmuring it like a secret against his ear, pausing to press a kiss to his neck. ] I want to feel everything.

[David shudders at the murmur of Dana's voice in his ear, his grip tightening on her hips as her words register and send a pang of arousal straight to his dick.] Yeah? [His voice is a little breathier than he'd like, and he clears his throat as she kisses his neck.]

Cool. Do you want to...here? Or bed?

[He's not as smooth with the words as usual, either, which he thinks can be blamed on the blood rushing southward. He can't help but rock upward to seek out a little relief, nosing upward to kiss just below her ear.]

[ Her laugh breaks off into a little breathy noise as he arches against her. It's a powerful argument for not moving at all, but even in the moment a little of her practical nature remains intact. ]

Bed,

[ she says decisively, stroking a hand through his hair. More space and far less chance of sliding off onto the coffee table at an inopportune moment. She shifts a little, trying to get a foot onto the ground, not quite trusting her own steadiness. ]

Bed, [David agrees, liking the decisiveness in her voice and her hand in his hair. He assists her to her feet with a steady hand, casting an admiring gaze at all her lovely soft skin, hands sliding off her hips once he can follow her up to his feet.

He's...very visibly straining the front of his joggers as he follows her toward the bedroom, but he refuses to be embarrassed about it when that's the whole entire point to begin with.]

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[ Indeed, that is why he's here. She casts an appreciative look at the bulge in his pants before meeting his gaze again, dark-eyed and hungry as she leads him to the other room.

Her bedroom is much like the rest of the house; cozy but carefully neutral, a mild scented candle in a jar burning on the bureau, her bed crisply made with clean grey sheets. (If there was ever any doubt about her military upbringing, the way she makes a bed would put that to rest.)

Turning somewhat abruptly she closes the distance between them and sets her hands on his hips to push his pants down, too eager to be coy about it. ]

[Normally David might take a moment to check out the decor, but there's no room in his focus for distractions, not when Scully is naked and eyeing him up like he's her next meal. He pushes the door shut with his heel, not that it particularly matters, but he's used to having to keep things in his life rather tightly partitioned, and he hasn't quite shaken the habit after a year away from the motel suite he shared with his family.

She doesn't stray too far from him, and he scoffs out a breath of pleasant surprise as Dana reaches for his pants and pulls them down. His cock springs out, flushed pink and bobbing heavy between his thighs as he kicks his pants the rest of the way off. He smooths his hands over her sides.]

Tell me where you want me?

[ How can you expect a girl to make decisions in a moment like this? She rolls her neck with a thoughtful hum, deceptively casual as she reaches for him, drags her fingertips along the underside of his length, her eyes locked on his. Maybe this is why she's not in the habit of letting herself want, because when she does she is relentless. ]

On your back, [ she decides. At least for a start she wants to be on top. With a little smile, a little less wicked but full of anticipation, she steps back to open up the path between him and her bed. ]

[David feels his mouth fall slightly open at the light, teasing touch of her fingertips, a shudder wracking his spine. He returns her smile as he passes, a little bewildered as always at how easy it is for petite women to boss him around.]

Yep. Going. [He clambers onto the bed, scoots up to the headboard and makes himself comfortable. With a deep breath of anticipation, he gives himself a few cursory strokes to stave off just how fucking turned-on he is.]

[ To be fair, bossing people around is a skill she's honed for years and years, it's no wonder she's good at it.

She does take a long moment to appreciate the view as he settles; if she weren't so overwhelmingly eager she might demand a show, because it's impossible not to feel flattered as she watches him touch himself. But she is eager, climbing onto the bed and straddling his hips without hesitation.

With a sly smile and a pleased little sigh she leans forward to kiss him, sliding her slick flesh against his cock to tease; but she has no real desire to keep either of them waiting, so she pulls back quickly to position herself and sink down onto him. ]

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