[ Her smile is sly, but impossibly fond; her hair falls in a curtain around them, giving some illusion of privacy. The sun is on her back, the heat of Mulder underneath her, and it's as close to perfect as anything could be.
She pushes up and shifts close; as much fun as it is to tease, she's a little frantic with wanting him. Hormones, probably. Or maybe Agent Scully is, in fact, in love.
And so she wastes no time, moving to align them so she can sink down onto his cock with a sigh somewhere between pleasure and relief.]
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[ Her smile is sly, but impossibly fond; her hair falls in a curtain around them, giving some illusion of privacy. The sun is on her back, the heat of Mulder underneath her, and it's as close to perfect as anything could be.
She pushes up and shifts close; as much fun as it is to tease, she's a little frantic with wanting him. Hormones, probably. Or maybe Agent Scully is, in fact, in love.
And so she wastes no time, moving to align them so she can sink down onto his cock with a sigh somewhere between pleasure and relief.]