The Fifth Time
by shannono
shannono@iname.com


VR, NC-17, no spoilers

Summary: See title.

Author's note: When Dasha asks for smut, everybody listens.
The ambiguity was included especially for Kim. ;)

Thanks to Robbie for the quick beta. 

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There was a lot to be said for acrobatic sex, Scully 
thought. But then, there was a lot to be said for slow, 
gentle lovemaking, too.

Their fifth time -- in less than two days -- and finally 
they were taking it easy. Exhaustion, she supposed; their 
every attempt at good, solid sleep had fallen by the wayside 
as their passion unfurled yet again. Even their shower 
early that morning had ended with them wrapped around each 
other yet again, moaning their pleasure right there on the 
damp tile floor. 

But this fifth time would be the last for a while, she 
knew. Their movements were almost lethargic, their normally 
strong muscles dragged down by the weight of unaccustomed 
exertion, but their bodies were insistent, demanding one 
last coupling before allowing them to surrender to fatigue.

His arms rested on either side of her, supporting him as he 
stroked deep inside her, helped by the pillow that tilted 
her hips up to meet him. Her legs were bent, feet braced on 
the mattress as firmly as she could manage, thighs sliding 
and pressing against his sides as he moved. Her hands 
roamed in slow-motion, gliding across his back, cupping his 
upper arms, brushing across his nipples and then her own.

There were no words between them now. Few had been spoken 
over the previous forty hours, beyond their names and the 
universal phrases brought forth by arousal and climax. 
They'd eaten two haphazard meals in bed already, and she 
could feel the grit of cracker crumbs beneath her sweaty 
back. She ignored it. Too many other sensations demanded 
her attention.

He was gradually speeding his movements, desire winning out 
over tiredness, and she moaned his name into the quiet of 
the room. He answered her with more force, more strength, a 
burst of power transferred to her through their connection, 
and her orgasm cascaded over her like a waterfall, sweeping 
across her skin until she was left gasping for breath. He 
followed her over the edge, his body shuddering 
uncontrollably against hers as he groaned out her name.

He sank down upon her, unmoving, and she thought for a 
moment he'd blacked out entirely. But then he stirred, 
appearing to use every last ounce of energy in his body to 
slip off her and roll onto his side. Automatically, she 
turned away from him and slid back across the mattress 
until her skin touched his, ignoring the dampness of the 
sheets and the stickiness between her legs.

Her eyes fluttered shut, and in a moment she felt his 
fingers drag across her thigh, wander up the soft skin of 
her stomach, and finally wrap gently around her breast. She 
sighed then, a sound of utter content and satiation, and 
his lips pressed against the side of her neck.

"Scully," he murmured, his deep voice imbued with all the 
emotion and exhaustion she knew he felt. She sighed again, 
brought her hand up to rest over his on her breast, and 
slept.

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