[ Skiing in Vermont, and then curling up in some picturesque cabin with a roaring fire and a bearskin rug - okay, screwing on the bearskin rug in the firelight - sounds pretty damned great, right about now. Even if he can't find a way to make the American taxpayer cover it, Mulder likes the idea.
God, right there, like that. He curls his fingers inside her, pressing against her walls and dragging down toward her entrance. ]
We must've driven through Connecticut a million times. Every time we went anywhere north of it. [ And now that he's down at her neck, he kisses her there, teeth grazing her skin. ] You went to Maine without me.
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[ Skiing in Vermont, and then curling up in some picturesque cabin with a roaring fire and a bearskin rug - okay, screwing on the bearskin rug in the firelight - sounds pretty damned great, right about now. Even if he can't find a way to make the American taxpayer cover it, Mulder likes the idea.
God, right there, like that. He curls his fingers inside her, pressing against her walls and dragging down toward her entrance. ]
We must've driven through Connecticut a million times. Every time we went anywhere north of it. [ And now that he's down at her neck, he kisses her there, teeth grazing her skin. ] You went to Maine without me.