#agentsculls

[scullysexual]

How about 3,5, and 15 for the fic questions thingy? :)

3) Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole? 

Chances are, yeah, but I’d have to see a trope list to figure it out.

5) Share one of your strengths. 

I answere this one but it was my unique ideas.

15) If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose? 

I’d love for Danse Macabre to be filmed. It’s the show but like Victorian.

you can find my fic at @bigfootwrites

im bored. send me fic asks

[dnscully]

to me agentskulls is canon but maybe your followers can help too

same! i also think it’s more aesthetically pleasing

@ followers if u wanna give input 👀 even if the americans are sleeping 👀

[frogsmulder]

You Are the Answer to My Question V

House of Mirth; epilogue; burning of the letters; about 1.3k words; rated t; for @mypanicface @burritoscully @agentsculls @foxscully @freckleslikestars and @emily–sim

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 

Two seasons passed since the dull achy emptiness of her heart was filled with Lawrence's promises of life-long love and cherishment. Since then, he has swollen her life with his ever persistent affection; his touches and caresses commonplace, his kisses abundant, and his jubilance worn with a ceaseless smile. The long summer nights of their honeymoon far too soon drew closer and cooler with the turn of golden and red leaves. He had just as soon found a house to call their home out in the country. 

Lily remembered the first time the carriage drew up the long avenue, a modest house hidden by its gardens coming into view--the red brick disguising itself. She had stepped out, Selden excitedly offering his hand to help her down. The leaves had crunched under her shoes, a carpet of colour covering the front lawn fallen from the branches above. She looked up to see a spiral of new leaves on their descent. "Exquisite," she had breathed, awestruck. 

"Yes," he had answered, gaze transfixed on her smile and wide-eyed wonder. In the warm light of the autumnal afternoon, she shone with splendour, her beauty unsurpassed even by the sublime. It complimented her well, the curls of her auburn hair glowering, framing the newly returned freshness to her features. He bowed his head, conscious of his overt appreciation of her: her nature was as sublime as any. "Mrs Lily Selden," he spoke up. "I believe it is tradition for a husband to carry one's wife over the threshold." 

Her light laugh fluttered through the air. "I know you seek great comfort in subverting tradition, my love." Her gloved grip of his hand tightened affectionately. "Maybe it is I who should carry over the threshold."

Without warning, he scooped her up in his arms, the ruffle of her skirts accompanying her giggles. Face so close to hers, he stared into the bluest depths of them, falling impossibly more in love with her as he walked through the door. 

By no means was the house a grand manor estate but the rooms that Lily wandered through sprawled in all directions, large windows letting in twinklings of light. It was large enough for their future they hoped God would bless them with.

The nights became darker and colder still, the trees dying back, their branches bare. Grey skies followed with harsher winds and hails and rain. Lily was ever conscious of her nerves as the days darkened, fearful that her mood too would darken. An anxious knot tightened around her heart at the plaguing prospect that this peace she has found will unexpectedly be ripped from her. Despite the paling weather and her worries, she was as radiant as ever, her complexion blush and glowing. 

It was on such a morning, when Selden had left to tend to business matters, that Lily stood alone in the front parlour, the lit wood fire warding away the sluice of water hammering on the panes of glass. Her previous night's rest had been tumultuous as the winter storm. Beneath her eyes, dark rings hung like wreaths, belaying her weariness. Her hair lay over her shoulders, waves caught in the motions between slumber and consciousness, having sat at her vanity and tried to tease it with a brush to no avail when she awoke. With her shaking hands, she clasped the envelopes that were the final string binding her to a past of pain and quiet suffering. She did not know why she had kept them this long; their presence in her life had haunted her, tainting it with frustration, guilt and bitter love.

Now, she has his love, his unending passion--placing a hand to the swell of her stomach, she lets go--his child. Selden's letters fall, twisting and diving, like the autumn leaves that had passed, into the flame. It caught and she smiled, the brighter orange light pouring from the hearth as the fire ate away at the painful memories and the paper that housed them for her. The ashes crumbled and flaked, and Lily closed her eyes, a smile still etched across her lips, laugh lines curling upwards a permanent reminder of the euphoria running through her. Her heart quickens in her chest, thumping wildly.

"We are home, little one. We made it." Her whisper is answered by the crack and pop of a log settling in. She runs her hand across her stomach, cradling the babe within her and sniffs. A tear slips from her eye and then another, a trail staining her cheeks quickly as they trickle over. Like the rains that soak the soil, fertile for new growth, Lily's tears mark the passing of this season of lament. The future can only be ripe with blossoms and fruit for them now. 

Sniffing again she wipes them away and leaves the fire burning behind them as she leaves the room. 

Tomorrow, Lawrence will return and she grows giddy at the prospect of seeing him again, folding into his living embrace. 

… 

The next day, the sky was clear and bright; the low winter sun shone through the bare trees to the frostbitten ground. Just before noon, a carriage pulled up the driveway, crunching gravel and frozen leaves in its path. Lily rushed out in a flurry of emotion to see her beloved step down to meet her. 

Lawrence dropped his case at the sight of her fair hair flying in the wind, her smile larger than life itself. She seemed both at once delicate and precious in her motherhood, and fuelled by ineffable fires. The result he thought, as he welcomed her into his embrace was that she positively glowed. Happiness looked good when worn by her. All other joy paled to her effervescent laugh; only with her joy had true meaning. 

"My Lily," he mumbled into her hair. "How I have missed you." 

"And I you– the both of us,"  she giggled and squealed when he spun her around– his Lily. He crouched down to the small swell of her stomach beginning to protrude. 

"How are my little angels?" Lawrence placed a reverent kiss to his child. 

Lily sighed and ran her fingers through his hair. "She has been well behaved, but I can tell she misses her father."

"She?" He looked up at her with pure wonderment in his eyes, as though God had revealed himself through her words. 

"I just know it, Lawrence: I can feel it."

Later, Lawrence found himself laying next to Lily's bare sleeping form on the plush lounger in the parlour. A fire crackled filling the silence between their rested breaths with a warm homely tune. Idly, his fingers painted amateur scribbles across her belly. He imagined in a couple of months the tiny hand he would get to hold, the tiny fingers that would grip his thumb, the tiny blue eyes that would stare up at him, the tiny feet he would tickle and they would wriggle. The time could not fly by quick enough. 

Slowly, he got to his feet to stoke the fire. Burnt parchment curled at the edge of the hearth, waving as if calling for help. Quickly, he pulled the fire guard aside and bent to retrieve the mystery paper. A familiar hand greeted him; a long forgotten memory abruptly rose like bile. He could make out the faint signature of Bertha Dorset incriminating him for his affair. Lily must have burnt them. After all this time in England–America so far away but not easily forgotten it seemed. How long had she had them? How long had she held out on him, trusted him despite his ugly actions. He collapsed onto his haunches. 

"Oh, Lily," he whispered, casting a glance to his sleeping beauty. He moved to sit beside her, kissing her forehead and tucking an errant strand of beautiful red hair behind her ear; a vain attempt to beg for her forgiveness he did not deserve. Resting his head on her belly, he let tears slip down his cheeks, quietly crying at her side. 

[leonardbetts]

happy birthday @agentsculls ♡

Scully in Ice, Bad Blood and Arcadia

[enigmaticxbee]

Tagged by @lotzzoforangezoutside to post nine photos of my pets from my camera roll. Featuring my new puppy Hermione Gillybean plus an appearance by my mom’s 17 year old puppy Mona.

Tagging @baronessblixen @dreamingofscully @agentsculls @burritoscully and anyone else who wants to show off their pets 💕

[bigfootwrites]

Because I was nasty killing Scully I’m giving you another post-Wetwired fic where everyone lives. Takes place between the confrontation and Scully in the hospital.

@today-in-fic  @mypanicface  @improlificinsarcasm  @baronessblixen @foxscully @gillywitch @arboreta @agirlcallednarelle @agentsculls @burritoscully

- - - 

FESTER. ( ao3 )

There’s a soft knock against the guest bedroom door; timid and hesitant. The person behind it politely waiting to be allowed entrance.

“Come in,” Mulder says.

As expected it’s Scully who waits behind the door. She doesn’t enter, she doesn’t meet his eyes. Mulder heaves himself off the bed, coming to her instead.

“I just wanted to say goodnight,” she tells him.

Words had barely been spoken between them all night. Scully had continued to cry into her mother’s shoulder and Mulder, feeling like he was intruding, stepped outside. He’d sat down on the steps thinking about what had transpired, more importantly how Scully had came to these conclusions. Why did she think he was behind her abduction? Why did she think he killed her sister. Maybe these were questions, for once, Mulder didn’t want to know the answers to.

Scully wouldn’t have shot him yet all the evidence pointed otherwise. Joseph Patnik wouldn’t have killed his wife but still did, Helene Riddock wouldn’t have killed her husband but still did. Scully wouldn’t have killed him but she would have still pulled that trigger.

It had worried him to see Scully so scared and distraught. Perhaps TV could affect you after all.

Mulder had intended to go home, to check back in with Scully on Monday when this matter would have, no doubt, been pushed aside but Maggie had told him to stay with the task of sitting down and talking.

But they didn’t talk. One look at Scully would have told them she was exhausted, the adrenaline gone and the paranoia somewhat less so her body was giving in to the affects of fatigue.

“I also wanted to say I’m sorry,” Scully says.

Mulder shakes his head, there was no need, it was just the TV.

But he knew the TV was only half the explanation.

Are your memories coming back, Scully? He wonders.

“It’s okay,” he says to her. “I understand what paranoia can do to you.” Twist your perception, make you see connections that aren’t there, make you see things that don’t exist.

She smiles but it’s sad. There’s so much more she wants to say.

“Yes but you don’t go around pointing guns at people.”

That was true but he cuts people off, screams at them until they grow sick of it and leave. He thinks about the poisoned water, how he didn’t trust Scully but she had stayed on his side regardless.

“Do you want to talk, Scully?” he asks. As an invitation, he moves his body to the side, allowing her access into the room.

She looks like she’s about to say something, her body surges toward as if to move, but then she stops herself short, frowns, and finally shakes her head.

“Goodnight, Mulder.”

Mulder leans against the doorframe as she turns to go into her own room for the night.

“Goodnight, Scully.”

They’ll convene on Monday, this matter pushed to the side and fester unspoken.

[burritoscully]

Dear Spooky Llama Squad,

Although 2020 has been a hard year for all of us, there are a few people who made mine infinitely better and I would like to thank you all for it.

the spooky llama squad: all of you have made my year so much more enjoyable than it originally was.

@scullysexual without you and your incredible personality, I wouldn’t be in the server to begin with ❤️

@mypanicface @ariverofsongs @dnscully you guys inspired me to start drawing again and even though I’m not amazing at it, I want to continue doing it and that’s thanks to you guys ❤️

@mypanicface role playing with you always makes my day. every single time ❤️

@baronessblixen @gillywitch @silhouetteofacedar @arboreta diving into the trash can with you guys is always amazing ❤️

@scullysexual @baronessblixen @msrheadcanon @agirlcallednarelle you guys and your amazing fics are making me want to write again and that is amazing ❤️

@impulsive-astrophile @mulderbaby @tinglingworld @mulderplease @foxscully @agentsculls and everyone else on the server, chatting with you guys never fails to make me smile. You truly make every single day of mine better so thank you ❤️

[agentsculls]

starbuckthirteen is now agentsculls just so you all know :)

[queerplatonic-sculder]

Tagged by @scullysexual and @burritoscully ! Thank you! 💕

Name: Shannon

Gender: Cis Woman

Phone wallpaper: My lockscreen is my cat Tibby and my homescreen is my cat Sophie

House: No idea 😂

Ever had a crush on a teacher: No

Coolest halloween costume: I don't remember where I got it, but it was like this grim reaper type thing; it was a black robe and hood/mask that covered my face and there were glasses I wore under the mask that glowed red and faded in and out to make it look like glowing red eyes under the mask. I still have this costume, but the glasses either got lost or broke and we threw them away becuse I don't know what happened to them. I still wore this costume again another year anyways lmao (I actually posted pics of this the first time I wore it here) (edit: why is the link broken... tumblr smh 😑)

Favourite 90s tv show: The X-Files

Last kiss: ...I've never kissed anyone 🤡😞

Ever been stood up: No

Favourite pair of shoes: Hmm idk? Maybe the gray pair of boots I have. They're soft and comfy (I forget what brand they are and I'm too lazy to go look rn lmao)

Favourite book: I don't really read lol so I haven't read enough to really have a favorite book. Instead, I'll tell you my favorite book series (which I haven't read in years because my brain doesn't work anymore): Warriors (aka Warrior cats)

Favourite fruit: Strawberries 🍓

Favourite TV show: The X-Files

Last movie I saw in the cinema: Birds of Prey (Omg that was almost a whole year ago... 😐)

Tagging @baronessblixen @impulsive-astrophile @midwest-cryptid @ariverofsongs @silhouetteofacedar @agentsculls @observeroftheuniverse @agirlcallednarelle @gillywitch @enigmaticxbee @mypanicface and anyone else who wants to do it! (you don't have to do it if you don't want to or if you've already done it recently!)

[danascully77]

tagged by: @midwest-cryptid (thank you, Alyssa! Seriously, you’re so kind and lovely and absolutely one of the best people I’ve met on this site! <3 )

the rules: tag five or more people that you are thankful for in your 2020, that you’re thankful exists in a world that’s hard to live in. whether that be through random reblogs on your posts, or people you have had full blown conversations with. whether it’s just seeing them on your dash, or interacting with them (in no particular order!!) 

@agentsculls @fandomsandxfiles @eldespertarr @frettingoverthis @lukesdanes

I’m still fairly “new” to Tumblr (had a blog when I was an undergrad dedicated to Rizzoli & Isles, but haven’t been back since) and I’ve just recently become a part of the X-Files fandom. I haven’t talk to everyone I have tagged here, but all of your blogs fill the serotonin void in my brain that 2020 has stolen. For those of you that I have talked too -- gosh, you’re all just so genuine and adorable and I’m grateful for our internet connection. (I’m feeling very sappy tonight so bare with me). Anyways, happy holidays to everyone and congrats on surviving 2020. Let’s hope for a better 2021 and if not... well at least we have this. <3 Cheers! 

[monologueswithbees]

@swampwitchofwoodbury @off-fat-on-69 @formless-blobs @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover @strugglingtoadultandstuff @agentsculls @fitmyypoems @pirates-apologist @p0cketardis @analyzingdestiel @kaitlynpcallmebeepme @pixel-storm-2410 @keep-a-bucket-full-of-stars @anditburns @xx-beautyqueen-xx @askjodyaboutit @treadtopic @urfavpowerranger @kyraspem @tlakhtwritesdestiel @i-find-the-beauty-in-chaos @the-brunette-girl @frigorifera-blog 

[scullysexual]

Scully Granny Pants Society X-Files Live Rewatch

Thanks to @agentsculls​ for making this collage. 

Scully Granny Pants Society! Spooky Llama Squad! Spicy Alien Orgy!

Come join us for season 4!

Do you like Spicy Aliens? Do you like having orgies? Well this is the server for you! Come join our X-Files Rewatch were you theoretically have sex while X-Files plays in the background.

If the rewatch isn’t enough for you, don’t worry because we have eight more channels for you to explore!!!! Have more orgies on the thirst chat or fight the desire to bleach your eyeballs out in the cursed chat. If that is too much you can always rinse your eyes out in the blessed chat looking at people’s pets and plants.

You can be spammed with fic and art or simply just chat like normal people. And what’s better yet is that it is all optional!!! Just want the rewatch, you can join for Spicy Alien and mute the Spooky Llama channels or vice versa!

Season 4 will be starting at 8:00pm GMT next Tuesday.

LINK TO SERVER (link will expire in 24 hours 11:30 GMT tomorrow. Message me or @scully-granny-pants-society​ for a link after this time)

You won’t have immediate access to the server. As soon as you see the rest of the channels appear (there should be 15 in total) or you see you have a (n)llama role head to Rules to react then go over to roles to get your colour!

Channels:

Rules: Please read and react to them.

Roles: Get assigned any colour you want.

Introduce-yourselves: Say who you are, what your URL is on Tumblr so we can follow you.

Birthday: Feel free to add in your birthday using the birthday-bot.

Spicy Alien Orgy Day:

Episode Announcement: Forgotten what episode we’re on? Look here!

Spicy Alien Chat: Where the X-Files Rewatch takes place. We’ll talk here on Tuesdays and Fridays when watching the ep.

Episode Trivia: New for season 4! Want to see how much attention you’ve been paying to the episode, see what random xf knowledge you have stored up there? Try yourself at the trivia. Averaging about six questions plus a bonus one (sometimes earning you 2 points) and see if you can become champion of the season.

Repeat Rewatch: Does the original rewatch time not work for you? No worries! You can always watch the episode here with some other people who were unable to make the original.

 Spooky Llama Squad:

Chat: General chat. Talk about general stuff here.

Fanfics, fanart, other: Got a fic you want to write? Art you want to art? Maybe some fanfic or fanart you want to share, send it all here.

Thirst: Do I have to tell you what this is?

Music: Go find some new music or share it with the others.

Group therapy: Go get some therapy with a bunch of unqualified people.

Cursed: Bleach your eyeballs out in this server. Be apart of our inside jokes. I have to ask, I hope you’re not scared of feet.

Blessed: Or maybe you just want to look at pets and plants all day.

Meme: Must I explain?

Please join us! Season 4 just won’t be the same without you!!!

We are not a real server.

[dnscully]

i am STILL thinking about the url agentskulls

[frogsmulder]

You Are the Answer to My Question IV

House of Mirth; Lily and Selden’s marital bed; about 2.6k words; rated e; for @mypanicface @burritoscully @agentsculls @foxscully @freckleslikestars and @emily--sim who gave me inspiration :)

part 1 part 2 part 3

Mr and Mrs Selden stood side by side, before the doorway of their London lodgings, hand in hand. They had walked back from the court house, a quiet stroll through the busy streets of London where the sun burnt brightly through the mist settled upon the ground. In the canopy of the avenues, birds had serenaded their journey and lush green hues of dappled shadows had danced over their heads. Selden had found that his focus on their direction was waning in the presence of Lily’s carefree demeanor. Her smile was stretched from ear to ear as if they marked two compass points from one end of the earth to the other. Indeed, he considered that she was his whole world that the sun rose and set everyday with her.

Under the draping boughs of a weeping willow, Selden has stopped her to tell her so. “There’s nothing in this world that is quite like you, Lily. I know because I have spent much time trying to occupy my mind with anything other than thoughts of you,” he murmured after laying his lips upon hers. “It has been fruitless.”

Lily leaned into him, reprising the kiss with a passion long trapped inside her chest. “I should believe it good fortune then that in yielding no harvest, you yielded to me.”

The world seemed a surreal swirl of bliss and kaleidoscopic possibility.

Now, Lawrence turned to look down at his new wife and affection brimmed within him spilling at the upturn of his mouth. Sensing his gaze, Lily’s cheeks blushed the colour of roses as she cautioned a glance; a colour most pretty on her, he thought. Tucking a perfect coil of her hair behind her the delicate shell of her ear, he let his thumb graze her skin, feeling the warmth of her flush. It thrilled him to think that she was as excited as he was. As his touch lingered, her breath quickened, bright eyes growing wider.

“Should we enter?” she asked, breaking the spell that she had unknowingly put him under.

He smiled, hand dropping away from her face to search his pocket for the key. Turning it in the lock, the door clicked open, revealing the interior of the cozy apartment.

“I have been looking for homes in the countryside to better suit our liking, but for now... I believe it is tradition for the bride to be carried over the threshold.” He raised their clasped hands to place a formal kiss to the back of hers. “Dearest Lily.”

In a swift motion, he swooped her into his arms, her petite frame surprisingly light. She shrieked with laughter so light it lifted his soul like a bird carrying him on its wings.

“Oh gosh—Lawrence!” she admonished without true heart as they tumbled in and he kicked the door closed behind them.

“I think this celebration calls for the bedroom. What do you think, Mrs Selden?”

Flames once forbidden inside her grew stronger with longing and an ineffable need.

“I think that would be most apt!”

Her flutter of giggles guided them through to where she was placed down gently on their bed. Selden stood back to admire her as she took the pins out holding her hat in place. Slowly, her locks began to fall about her face, framing her features in exquisitely spun gold as pins amounted in the cup of her palm.

“I didn’t dare dream of a day where you would be mine.” He took the pins from her and placed them on the dresser, watching as she lifted her skirts to untie her laces. He took his own shoes and jacket off, excitement welling within him. Kneeling down at her feet, he helped her with her other boot.

“You forget,” she said coyly, head canted but focusing on the lace, “that equally you are mine.”

Selden lifted her foot to remove her boot and when he gazed up at her, he found her face impossibly close and irresistible. “Oh, I am very aware of it,” he grinned.

Lily’s eyes sought his through the curtain of her hair as she slipped off her other boot. Parting the red waterfall that masked her from him, Selden cupped her cheeks and surged up into her, meeting her lips with unrestrained passion.

She was pliant under his touch, reclining easily on the bed as he crawled up to join her, never breaking their bond. Cautiously, he swept his tongue across her lips and she reciprocated, copying his motion. She moaned at the first taste of his tongue in her mouth, the feeling so free. If it was possible, Lily thought, she would spend the rest of forever finding new ways to kiss him like this. The idea that they even had a forever made her grin, breaking away from the kiss.

She laid there, chest heaving, looking up at him, not sure what her next move should be.

Selden swept her hair away from her face, placing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “What of this act are you familiar with?”

“Familiar?” She blushed a deeper shade. “I never...”

He chuckled. “How much do you know of it?”

“Oh. Not a great deal, although I understand the basics. But I consider myself a willing student and you an experienced tutor.”

His expression froze in the shape of something resembling remorse, and a whisper of “Oh, Lily,” fell from his lips.

She thumbed his cheek, willing warmth into the stone where he had withdrawn to. “The past cannot be changed, and it is no matter anyway: I want all of you, not just some part that you deem respectable, but all of you. Besides, at least one of us should know what we are doing.”

“Then truly you have no trouble with it?”

Soundly, she kissed him. “How could I possibly have trouble with you?”

Eventually, a smile grew where he had been calloused and he kissed her back.

With feverish fingers, Lily unbuttoned his shirt and he made the same with her blouse, undressing each other until they were in their undergarments. Observing her, Selden stood before her in only his long johns, the front tented obviously, which she found equally amusing and intimate. Her chest rose and fell quickly beneath her chemise and his studious eye. Finally gaining the nerve, she took it over her head.

“Lily,” he murmured, stepping closer to caress her curves. “You are beautiful as I had no doubt you would be.”

“You have thought of me this way?” An incredulous tone spiked her voice.

“Many times,” he reassured her.

“I have thought of you too,” she whispered.

She brought him back to the bed with her, urging him atop of her with eager hands. “Show me,” she breathed.

He hummed and teasingly mapped the landscape of her body with light trails of his fingertips. Down her shoulders, around her breasts, across her belly—she laughed where it tickled—over her thighs, back again, meandering and circling around on his journey. She held her breath in anticipation, arching into his touch when he looped around her erect nipples.

“My wife,” he kissed along her jaw, “Mrs—” down her neck— “Lily—” over her breasts— “Selden.”

She shivered from the pleasure, closing her eyes and sinking into the feeling. “Oh yes,” she sighed. “Do that again.”

She felt the rumble of his chuckle pass from his chest to her skin in tingling vibrations. Again, he took her breast into his mouth and she whimpered. Teeth grazing her nipple, he worked his tongue about the point, taking note of what pleased her. She moaned deliciously when he rolled the other between his fingers, and then again when he swapped to her other breast. Where her hands once clutched the bed sheets, they now combed through his hair, scratching at his scalp.

Before he continued, Selden stopped to marvel at the rose colouring that decorated her chest. He looked up to her hazy eyes. “There is something that I would like to try but please tell me if it makes you uncomfortable.”

A frown wrinkled at Lily’s brow, but nevertheless she nodded in full trust.

He continued his exposition south, leaving kisses at the landmarks he visited: her belly button, her hips, the inner part of her thighs. Settling down, he hooked her legs over her shoulders, breathing in the sweet smell of her sex. He let his breath cool over her before placing a kiss over her lips.

“Is this okay?” he asked, dragging his thumb through her centre to part her, reaching the thatch of her red curls that crowned her mons.

“Yes,” she exhaled shakily.

“And this?” He followed with his tongue delving into her to draw out her arousal.

“Yes.”

He continued to map the feel of her under his tongue. Suddenly, she gasped when he found the nub above her opening, her hand finding his hair to grip.

“Here?” He tapped again with the tip of his tongue and gave a swirl for good measure.

“Lord, yes,” she moaned as he concentrated his efforts, sucking the bud into his mouth and flicking and rolling it; anything to hear her keen like that again. When the hand in his hair tightened, he eased up, grinning as he met her confused gaze.

“What?” she panted. “Why—why did you stop?”

“There’s one more thing I would like to try.”

Lily huffed in frustration. “I do not care, Lawrence, just end this torturous suspense.” She watched him suck on his fingers before her eyes rolled back, whispering “Oh God,” to herself.

The intrusion was tender as cautiously he found her opening, exploring this new part of her. Listening intently, he tried different pressures, different motions until he found one that made her squirm.

Lily felt as though he were stealing the breath directly from her body as he worked her closer again to the brink she had been staring over before. That ache turned to the deepest pleasure of indescribable sensations with each stroke of his fingers inside of her, stoking her embers. It was different from before, somehow all encompassing: the muscles in her legs and in her abdomen tensed with the new sensations building. She tried to map the foreign feelings of her skin tingling but found that her brain was of no functioning capacity in this state.

And then he returned his tongue to that spot that made her weak. Her heart beat wildly, faster, louder as though calling out for him to hear—baddum baddum: Selden, Selden. Her whole body sang and she arched, tension coming to a head. She bucked her hips against his face in rhythm with his fingers, crying out his name.

Gently, Selden slowed down, replacing his fingers with soothing kisses, with each, confessing his love. “La petite mort.” He heard her whisper in awe. “But I don’t think I’ve ever felt so alive.”

He smiled triumphantly, nuzzling against her quivering thigh. “Then maybe it isn’t a little death so much as a little rebirth.” He looked up into the sapphires of her eyes, glistening with sated joy. “Is it terrible that I wish to spend the entire day in this bed—” he marked the curve of her hip with a kiss— “with you?”

Lily gasped at the sensation, thinking it would be painful and not please her so. How wrong she was. “I would say that sounds like a very agreeable plan.”

“Mhmm, you do taste very agreeable.” Purposefully, he teased the spot on her belly to the side, remembering where she was ticklish. She squealed and swatted his hand away playfully, losing herself to the laughter and the overwhelming emotions crammed inside of her.

“I never thought this kind of happiness was possible. It seemed they only wrote of it in fairy-tales.”

“A happy ever after? I’m not sure such a thing exists.”

“I am certain it does.”

He could not misconstrue her meaning when her affectionate look was trained so pointedly on him. He rested his head against the plane of her stomach, returning her gaze. “Have you ever given any thought as to whether you wish for children?”

She took a breath, hesitating. “I have never had reason to give it much thought. I think on some level I have been perturbed by my own experiences. Why do you ask?”

“Because it will affect how we should proceed.”

“Oh.” She faltered and considered. “Sometimes I wonder if I am capable of such affection… Sometimes it seems like a beautiful but impossible dream to have a little one.”

Selden rose to meet her eye to eye, placing a tender palm over her still racing heart, feeling it calm. “Lily, you have the biggest heart I know. You would make the most splendid mother.”

Tears pricked in her eyes as she smiled. “Then, yes; I shall like to have a little one with you.”

“And I will do my best to give you that fairy-tale.” He kissed away the salty droplets that fell to her cheeks, then kissed the tip of her perfect nose, and plunged into the welcome of her mouth.

Lily whimpered. She reached for the hem of his long johns, slipping them over his hips. Tentatively, she traced her fingers over his length, unsure of what her touch should be.

“It’s okay.” He groaned encouragingly. “You can touch me. Like this.” He wrapped his hand around hers over him, guiding her steadily.

Lily gasped, still acclimatising to the feel of him in her hand. Looking from where their hands stroked him to his half-hooded eyes, she felt a moan rise in her throat. She wriggled her hips underneath him, willing for the ache she felt to be filled: it was torturous.

Taking the hint, Selden guided himself to her opening. “This may be painful, I don’t want to hurt you, dearest Lily.”

“I trust you... Please,” she whined.

Finally relieving that want, he slid inside her slowly, peppering her neck, her jaw, her ear with tiny kisses. He was breathing deeply, trying to restrain himself whilst he let her become comfortable.

Her mouth was pitch in a silent cry; oh, she felt heavenly heavy like all the world’s joys rested within her. Instinctively, she clenched around him and he groaned.

“Lily…”

"Please…”

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

Lily threw her head back when he began to move. He was gradual at first, taking the time to feel all of her body; his hands in her hair, his lips against her jaw, her breasts grazing his chest when she arched with a moan. She began to rock her hips with him and then curled her legs over his hips, drawing him deeper. Her fingers, small yet fierce, pleaded at his upper arms, digging in. She was a goddess of sensuality. He was beginning to lose composure.

“I don’t think I’ll achieve another climax. Selden, please,” she breathed in his ear. “I want to feel you come undone.”

He looked to her for reassurance and she cradled his face, kissing him, telling him to let go. He lost himself in her, murmuring her name over and over full of reverence: “Lily, Lily, Lily…”

She felt his muscles work as his hips thrusted erratically, spilling into her. It was like nothing she ever could imagine and she didn’t want it to end.

However, it did end and Selden moved to lay next to her, stroking her hair and kissing her cheek sweetly. She moved closer to use his chest as a pillow, hearing the thrum of his heart steady. They enveloped each other in a loose embrace, nothing in the world but them.

Lily sighed contentedly. “I think I shall like married life after all.”

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Song stuck in my head: Ex-Wives from Six: The Musical

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