#its almost 2am and my brain is goo

[starwalker42]

Distance [11/?]

The eleventh instalment of only one choice. This took me way too long and it went in a direction I hadn’t anticipated. Also I haven’t proof read because it’s too hot.  Tagging @today-in-fic and some gods of MSR smut and fic in general: @gaycrouton, @storybycorey, @agent-starbuck, @msrafterdark @o6666666

She feels ridiculous here, lying on her bed (well, technically, it isn’t even her bed, which makes this whole thing even worse somehow) trying to relax, wearing far too few clothes and waiting for Mulder’s message to appear on a tiny screen the size of her palm.

She looks at the hideously pink thing she holds in her free hand, trying to work out exactly how it’s supposed to bring her pleasure. Specifically, how Mulder’s supposed to bring her pleasure with it, from over an hour away. She just hopes she has it set up correctly, because if she doesn’t this whole thing will fail rather stupendously.

You there, G-Woman?

Time to face the music. She curses herself for her slightly trembling hands as she types a reply: Mulder, I don’t know about this.

A buzz, thankfully from the phone and not the vibrator. Come on, Scully, this was one of the major selling points. I could’ve just bought you any old thing if we weren’t going to use it.

Scully rolls her eyes, fighting the urge to remind him that she hadn’t asked for him to buy her anything in the first place- certainly not something like this. She was able to bring herself to satisfaction, thank you very much, a skill honed by being alone for the past few years. She misses him though, more than she’ll ever admit, and while she’s not yet sure how to define their cautious attempts at reconciliation, this can only be a step in the right direction.

Sorry. His message flashes up just as she’s considering how to make the next move. I don’t want to rush you at all. I don’t want to rush… this.

This. Them. Mulder and Scully. The way it’s been for so long, the way it always should have been. The way that it’ll start to be again, if they can make this work.

And sometimes making things work means throwing caution to the wind.

Scully? Are we doing this?

I’m here, she types back automatically, and before she can think any better of it she sends another message hot on its heels. How do you want to start?

Is that a yes?

Before she can answer that question- to herself or Mulder- her phone rings.

“Scully, what are you wearing?” And just like that, it’s game on.

“Hello to you too, Mulder.”

She hears a faint chuff of laughter before he speaks again, this time with his voice dropping into that dangerously husky zone, the one that makes her whole body sit up at take notice.

“You going to tell me?”

It might be that tone, it might be the increasing wetness between her thighs, or it might just be that she’s never been able to deny him anything. Either way, she finds herself telling him, forming the words before her brain can stop her.

“I’m wearing the set you bought me,” she starts. “The blue one, with the camisole and-”

“The thong.”

“Yes.” Her own voice lowers a couple of notches, and she wishes it was completely deliberate.

She hears a quiet groan from the other end of the line and tries to imagine what he must be doing, where he is, what he’s wearing. She pictures him sat against the headboard of that poor abused king-sized bed, completely naked, cock already in hand and threatening to make him lose control; the alternative image, of him reclining on the sofa, fully clothed, smirking to himself as he waits to inflict this blissful torture is one that almost makes Scully herself moan.

Mulder interrupts her daydreaming. “Have you been wearing that all day?”

It doesn’t feel like three hours ago that they were at the office, running through files and leads just like the old days- doesn’t feel like two hours ago that Mulder gave her a goodbye kiss to the cheek and whispered tonight in her ear as more of a demand than a question. Scully briefly considers lying, telling him yes, all day, you didn’t know what you were missing, but as tempting as the idea is, she wants to know how he’ll react to the truth.

“No,” she purposefully tries to sound teasing, intent on carrying on this game for as long as she can. “I got back, had a shower, and picked them out after some careful deliberation.”

There’s a long pause, and she thinks she might have won, before he puts on that damn voice again- she swears his voice drops an entire octave- and rasps, “Can I ask you something, Scully?”

She’s powerless to say no. Powerless to say yes, either, if she was being honest, and to her relief Mulder takes her silence as a sign to go ahead.

“Are you wet for me right now?”

Well if she wasn’t before, she sure is now. Damn it. Damn him, for always knowing exactly what to say to get her hot.

“I-”

“Why don’t you have a feel and find out?”

Her hand makes its way down her body of its own volition, leaving the vibrator within easy reach as her fingers glide down to the apex of her thighs.

She’s absolutely soaked.

She whimpers before she can stop herself, and Mulder must hear because she can tell he’s smiling.

“Care to clue me in?”

“Like you don’t already know,” she breathes, slipping her fingers between heated skin and midnight silk to delve into her wet heat.

Mulder chuckles low in his throat, and she swears she hears the sound of a zipper on the other end of the phone. “Well, if your body’s anywhere near as responsive as mine right now…”

Those images start running through her mind again, becoming more and more detailed by the second: Mulder releasing his straining cock from the confides of his jeans- the ones that cup his ass so well, far more nicely than they have any right to- spreading his glistening pre-cum over the angry head, edging one hand lower to massage his balls, hot and heavy in the confides of his boxers.

Judging from the long silence, Mulder is equally immersed in his own imaginings, and it makes Scully start to worry about what’s expected to happen next, and who’s expected to do it. Despite their incessant midnight calls back in the 90s and (she suspects) Mulder’s inclination towards aural stimulation, they’ve never had phone sex, or at least not in widely understood definition of it. There’s a big difference between rubbing herself over her clothes while her partner’s husky tones inform her of their latest case at 2AM and what they’re about to do. What they’re already doing.

God, what is she doing?

“Scully? I can feel you thinking.”

“Just trying not to think about how the FBI have our phones tapped.”

“Well if they have, they’ve certainly already heard enough,” Mulder jokes, before she hears him exhale and his voice becomes serious. “What’s wrong?”

But that’s the one question she didn’t want him to ask, because she doesn’t know what’s wrong. And she’s about to open her mouth and say exactly that, but something else comes out instead.

“It’s not you,” she murmurs. Then, louder: “I need to see you. I need you to be here. I don’t… I don’t want there to be any distance between us anymore.”

He’s silent, and Scully feels her heart pounding. She’s gone too far. She’s scared him off, she’s-

“I want that too.”

The butterflies in her stomach melt to warm goo.

“I can be there in forty…?” Mulder’s voice is still tinged with hesitancy, and she realises that he’s giving her a get out. She doesn’t want one.

“Promise you won’t break any speed limits.”

“Promise you won’t move.”

She smiles into the phone. “Not moving for forty minutes with my hand where it is is asking a lot.”

“I’ll make it up to you.”

“You’d better.”

He hangs up without answering. But lying on the bed not an arm’s reach away, the remote control vibrator teasingly hums to life. It takes less than a second for Scully to decide that Mulder isn’t going to mind if she breaks this promise.  

And if he does, she’s sure he’ll be more than happy with his consolation prize.

[na-amaht]

Lol so I have to wake up for training on weekdays at 6am and last night [Friday night] I decided to stay up until 1-2am and sleep in! ...And woke up at 6am anyways after having 2 nightmares so I was stuck awake... Then I saw a fly so I quickly unwrapped one of those fly ribbon things but I had never opened one before and was so rushed I didn't read that you have to twist it so it was just this long stick of it. Tired Cub Brain decided that I didn't like that so I proceeded to untwist it with my hands...... If you've never touched fly ribbon, DDOOONNN'TT! You have to use oil or mineral spirits and a dry paper towel/cloth to get it off, water doesn't work...

So as I'm going to grab the paper towels I felt my toe get cut on a broken part of the sliding closet door mirror. I didn't think anything of it since it barely hurt and focused on getting my hands clean, omfg so much goo on my hands >,<"

After that was finally all cleaned off of me I went to take Dahlia outside and realized my toe was covered in blood... I go to the bathroom and see that the whole time I was de-gooing my hands I was trailing blood ALL over the floor lmfao I was just so focused on my hands I didn't look at the floor at all 😅

I rinse my toe with soap water and it's bleeding... I realize it's bleeding A Lot, shit, okay. I figure it must be pretty deep so I should check if I can see anything lodged inside of it aannndd when I go to open the wound to take a look a little chunk of my toe Pac Mans on me, its mouth being the cut... Ssooo great! I am now trying to keep this little chunk of my toe from completely detaching! 🙃

I eventually was able to get it bandaged and to stop bleeding but jfc, and now it's almost 1am and I'm still awake... So deliriously tired... Had to stay awake for D&D, though ^_^ My character got VERY close to dying [failed 2 death saves, finally succeeded the third one then got healed] so today just isn't my day I guess lmao