Title: Twenty Percent

Author: Andrea

Rating: NC-17

Category: M&S Smut, plain and simple smut, no plot, unless
you think smut is a plot. Mulder POV

Disclaimer: I wish...then there'd be no 9th season.

Archiving: I'd be honoured, but I'd also like to know.

Notes: Thanks to Dan and Aly for beta reading.

Spoilers: thru season 6.

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It only took a fraction of a second after I woke up for me to
remember what had happened. I was in Scully's motel room, in
Scully's bed, with Scully. And we were both naked. The air was
still even tinged with the faint smell of sex. We'd made love --
at the federal government's expense.

The case was over. We'd wrapped it up the day before, but it
had been too late to catch a plane back to DC, so we'd decided to
spend the night unwinding in Scully's room. My partner had been
more at ease than I'd seen her in a long time. Maybe that's why
some part of my subconscious decided it was time to kiss her. My
conscious mind didn't know my ass from a hole in the ground when
it came to women. I'd always been thankful when the other part
of my brain took over, it hadn't failed me yet.

There hadn't been any moments of indecision, no bouts of anxiety
or fears of rejection, I'd simply begun to kiss her. She hadn't
pushed me away, turned her head or pulled back. Nope, she'd
returned the kiss, wholeheartedly. After that things became a
blur. I know we'd pulled each other's clothes off and made love.
I know we hadn't done anything exotic. Who does their first time?
I know that being inside of Scully was the closest I'd ever get
to heaven. I know Scully had enjoyed herself, judging by the
sounds she'd made, but there was one thing I wasn't sure of. I
didn't know if Scully came.

Yes, she'd made sounds, but I make sounds before I come. I hadn't
felt any physical signs of an orgasm. There'd been no trembling,
no internal muscles clenching me, her body hadn't gone rigid, and
I hadn't heard a single blood-curdling wail. So unless I was far
less experienced than I liked to think, I'd left Scully high and
dry.

As I contemplated how I could rectify my negligence I tried to
stay still on the bed, but I must have wiggled a bit behind her
because I felt her begin to stir. After stretching and yawning,
she turned to face me. I was relieved to see a smile on her
face.

"Morning," she leaned in to give me a quick peck. "What time is
it?"

"Um," I lifted my arm to squint at my watch. "Almost 8."

"Almost 8?" she squeaked. "We have to hurry or we'll miss our
flight."

I didn't have time to think again until I was trying to block out
the stewardess's safety floor show. It was a two-hour flight from
Chicago to DC and if I knew my partner of seven years well, there
would be no discussion of the previous night's activities until
we were alone again. That gave me two hours to think about how
I'd selfishly rolled over and fallen asleep while the woman I
loved with all my heart was left unsatisfied. We didn't end up
speaking about much of anything during the flight. First Scully
had called Kimberly to let her know when we'd be back to give
Skinner our report and then she'd pulled out her laptop to finish
the 'paperwork'. I looked out of my tiny window and felt sorry
for myself.

In Skinner's office, Scully did most of the talking. I grunted
or nodded in confirmation a few times. When we'd finished it
was almost time to leave for the day. After returning to the
basement to file our report we began to pull our coats on in
silent agreement. I'd picked Scully up on the way to the airport
three days prior. It was a habit we'd gotten into a long time
ago. There was no sense in both of us leaving our cars in long-
term parking.

We were finally alone again, but the drive to Scully's apartment
was just as silent as the rest of the day had been. When I pulled
up in front of her place, we both got out of the car. After
retrieving her bags from the trunk I began to follow her up the
walk. She turned to look at me with one eyebrow slightly
raised. My stomach started to churn instantly.

"You don't want me to come in?" I thought I would sound pathetic,
but to my ears my voice sounded flat.

"Honestly, Mulder, I thought you wouldn't want to," her voice
was subdued.

"Why would you think that?" I was totally at a loss.

"Let's talk inside," she murmured as the door to her building
opened and one of her upstairs neighbors emerged.

When we got inside Scully took her coat off carefully, hung it in
her closet and then held out her hand for mine. The tension
in the air was making my hair stand on end. After closing the
closet doors, Scully took off her shoes and padded into the
living room. I hadn't been directly invited, but I followed
suit.

"Why would I think you didn't want to come in? Was that your
question?" Scully finally spoke when I sat down beside her.

I nodded my head vigorously.

"You haven't spoken to me all day, Mulder. What was I supposed
to think? I assumed you thought we'd made a huge mistake."

"I know I made a huge mistake," I clarified.

Her eyes widened slightly at my words and she nodded slowly.
"I understand, and don't worry, we can pretend last night never
happened."

"I'm sorry, Scully," I hung my head.

"It's not your fault, Mulder," she patted my leg. "We were both
stressed and tired. People do things they normally wouldn't in
situations like that."

"So you forgive me?" I looked at her hopefully.

"Yes, I forgive you," she shook her head with a small laugh.

"Thank God," I sighed. "So?"

"So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow," her voice was tight.

"You want me to leave?" I was confused again.

"I'm not sure what you're expecting, Mulder, but you just told
me that you had second thoughts about making love to me last
night. Now you think we should just hang out like buddies? Can
you give me a couple of days? Until we got on the plane I thought
everything was fine, so it'll take me a while to get used to the
fact that you thought last night was a mistake," she was
blinking rapidly as she spoke.

"No, no, Scully, that's not what I meant at all," I couldn't
get the words out fast enough.  "Last night may have been the
only thing I've done that might resemble right in years."

"But you said you'd made a huge mistake," her brow was knotted.

"You don't think so?" I probed.

"Did you say that in self-defense, because you thought I
regretted making love to you?" she searched my face.

My stomach flip-flopped when she said making love and my skin
started to grow warm. "No, I was worried about..." I couldn't
bring myself to say it.

"Worried about what?" she inched closer and took my hand.

"You thought it was okay?" I looked up at her, afraid to hear
what her answer would be.

"Are you asking me if it was good for me?" her eyes were wide
with disbelief.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Is that what this was about?" she was incredulous. "I went
through a day of hell because you were worried about your
performance?"

"I'm sorry, Scully," I seemed to be saying that a lot. "I was
so wrapped up that I didn't think about you -- again."

"Again?" she cocked her head at me. "Did I do something to make
you think it was anything but wonderful?"

"You thought it was wonderful?" I felt a smile spread across my
face.

"It was, Mulder. I don't understand why you're so worried," she
slid a little closer.

"I guess I was enjoying myself so much that I didn't realize
that you'd come," I sank into the back of the couch with
relief, but my relief was short-lived. At my words Scully's eyes
left mine and found a home in her lap. "So you didn't have an
orgasm, but you aren't mad at me?"

"Why would I be mad at you?" her eyes flicked up at me briefly.

"Because I should have been a little more considerate," I put my
finger under her chin and lifted it up.

"Don't worry about -- I'm not worried," she gave me a tiny smile.

"Don't worry?" I looked at her in surprise. "How can I not worry?
It is supposed to be good for both of us."

"Would you open your ears and listen to me, please. I enjoyed
it. It was wonderful. You were wonderful. I loved how it felt
to have you inside of me," she sounded like she was starting to
get annoyed with me.

"But you didn't come," I reminded her.

"Maybe that's the difference between men and women, Mulder. I
didn't make love to you for the sole purpose of achieving orgasm.
I made love to you because I wanted to be closer to you. It's the
intimacy that I loved. The way you felt inside of me and on top
of me. If we never make love again, I will cherish that feeling
forever. I couldn't care less if I happen to climax too. That's
secondary," she was emphatic.

"Did I tell you last night that I love you?" I pulled her onto
my lap.

"No," she couldn't hold back her grin.

"I love you," I whispered and brought my lips to hers. "And I
know it's not important, but I'll try to be a little more
considerate next time."

"Mulder!" she pulled her head back. "Will you give it up? It will
probably never happen and I don't want to spend every moment in
bed with you worried that I'm not meeting your expectations."

I think my jaw literally dropped at her words. "You've never had
an orgasm!"

"Of course I've had an orgasm," she rolled her eyes. "More than
I can count. Just never from intercourse," she shrugged.

"Oh," I was instantly relieved. "Why not?"

"More than 80 percent of women don't climax from penis-in-vagina
thrusting, Mulder," she told me matter-of-factly.

"Penis-in-vagina thrusting?" I repeated with distaste. "You make
it sound so sexy."

"Sorry," she giggled.

"So why are the other 20 percent so lucky?" I was curious.

"We aren't all built the same," she shrugged again.

"I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, but I didn't get
a close look last night," I gave her a little squeeze.

"Not huge differences, Mulder," she sighed in exasperation.

"According to you different enough to account for the fact that
you don't orgasm during intercourse," I reminded her. "Let me
have a look," I stood both of us up and began to unzip her
skirt.

"Mulder!" she protested, swatting at my hands.

"Hey, it's your theory. I'm just doing some research," I ignored
her swipes at my hands and continued to lower her skirt.

"It's not my theory, it's a fact," she crossed her arms across
her chest, no longer trying to prevent me from undressing her.
That little fact made my blood move more quickly. Scully was
letting me take her clothes off. We'd come a long way, baby.

"It's a fact that it's due to differences in anatomy?" I tried
not to let it show that I was getting aroused.

"Well..." she hesitated.

"My point exactly," I said smugly as I lowered her pantyhose and
panties together.

She stepped out of her underwear aloofly. You'd think she was
used to having someone undress her this way.

"Now sit down so I can continue my research," I tried to sound
like this was all in the name of science. From the sly grin
apparent on her face, I don't think she was buying it, but she
still did as I asked.

"Okay," I smiled, "Now scoot forward," I knelt in front of her
and reached for her hips to help her.

"Is this okay?" she asked coyly, putting her feet on my
shoulders.

"Um, yeah," I cleared my throat. "That'll do," I turned my
attention to the matter at hand.

Most men tend to be fond of certain parts of the female anatomy.
There are breast men, leg men, ass men and even feet men. One
thing you don't hear a lot of men claiming to be is a pussy man,
no doubt for more than one reason. I'd seen a fair number of
women naked in my day and even ten or so personally, but none
of them held a candle to Scully. The fact that I was completely
in love with her may have skewed my perspective slightly, but
Scully has the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen

"Mulder!" she protested with a tsk when I repeated my feelings
out loud.

"Well, you do, but we're interested in details here, aren't we?"
I smiled up at her.

"One of us is," she tried to sound nonchalant, but the timber of
her voice gave away the fact that she was becoming aroused too.

"At first glance, nothing seems unusual. You keep your pubic
hair trimmed, have I mentioned that I like that?" I looked up
at her.

"No, but I thought you might," her eyes were beginning to darken.

"Your outer lips are fairly full, and the tip of your clitoral
hood just reaches out past them," I ran my fingers lightly over
her as I spoke making her sigh softly. "Your inner lips peek
out slightly more and curl gently over your outer lips right
here," I reached down to stroke her pinker lips. "Your lips
aren't open very wide. Could that be why?"

"No," she said huskily, shaking her head. "They would be if you
were inside of me."

"True," I nodded thoughtfully and then returned to my
investigation. When I looked down again, things had changed.
"Hmm, your lips look fuller now, Scully and they're further
apart. Is that because of increased blood flow?" I tried to sound
as clinical as she had earlier, but in truth I'd had more blood
flow south than she had.

"Yes," her voice was breathy.

"It makes things easier to see," I smiled brightly at her. "And
you know what, Scully?"

"What?"

"You don't look all that different to me," I informed her
cheerfully. "I mean, you're right, there are minor differences,
but I can't see how that would make any difference."

"Maybe you've only seen the 80 percent, Mulder," she suggested.

I'd heard what she'd said but I was mesmerized by a pool of
moisture that had begun to accumulate at the opening of her
vagina. I couldn't resist dipping my finger in so I could
spread it around.

Scully drew a sharp breath making me jerk my head up to look at
her. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip.

"You like that?" I was starting to feel lightheaded with glee.

"I do, but you haven't answered my question," she fought to open
one eye and look at me.

"Maybe, but if that's the case, it blows your theory," I argued.

"What do you mean?"

"They had orgasms, Scully," I tried not to sound proud of myself.

"So they said," she didn't sound convinced.

"I can tell, Scully, that's how I knew you didn't," I reminded
her.

"But I didn't try to fake anything," she pointed out.

"Scully, I could feel --"

"Okay, never mind, I believe you. I don't want to hear all of
the gory details," she faked a smile.

I could tell that the mood we'd created was slipping away, if
it wasn't gone already. I had to do something fast.

"My point is, Scully, maybe it isn't 80 percent of the women,
maybe it's 80 percent of the men," I hoped that would make her
feel better.

"And you swing both ways, do you?" she raised her eyebrows at me.

"Maybe it was a combination of things," I offered. "You don't
think you can achieve orgasm that way, I was so excited that we were
actually having sex that I didn't notice that you weren't right
there with me and maybe I need to do something special," I began
to stroke her lightly again.

"Mulder," she sighed and not in a good way. "Can't we get past
this? Will this make or break our relationship?"

"Of course not," I pressed a kiss against her inner thigh. "But
if I can make you come during intercourse, would that be such a
bad thing?"

"As long as there's no acrobatics involved, I guess," she
consented.

"Mmm, good," I moved my lips down her thigh.

"And would it be such a bad thing if this is the only way I can
come?" her voice was starting to soften again.

"Not at all," I was at the juncture of her legs.

"Good," she sighed, this time in a great way.

Since I had big plans for the night, I decided not to waste
any more time. I began by placing feathery kisses along her outer
lips. I wanted that moisture back and I was thrilled that it
took almost no time at all. Using my tongue, I began to spread
it around, making her very slippery. That action resulted in even
more moisture. At first I didn't use a pattern. I moved my tongue
around to see where I got the most reaction. As it turned out,
Scully seemed to prefer to be lapped, like an ice cream cone,
with upward strokes only. They got the most groans out of her.
When it seemed like she was close, I began to concentrate on
lapping only. It must have been a good decision because she
lifted her hips off the couch and I had to chase her with my
tongue. There was no question about her orgasm this time. I got
the rigid body and a bonus throbbing clitoris. The fact that her
legs were wrapped around my head was a small indication as well.

"See," she panted when her body began to relax. "I can come just
fine."

"Did you think you had to prove it to me, Scully?" I reached up
to caress her stomach.

"Well, what would you think?" she opened her eyes to ask.

"I'm sorry," I said for the zillionth time. "I didn't mean to
pressure you. I just wanted it to feel incredible for you, like
it did for me."

"You got your wish," she winked at me. "That was incredible and
fast. I usually take longer," I saw a blush creeping up her
cheeks.

"I won't rush next time, I promise," I began to slide back down
her belly.

"S'okay," she murmured contentedly.

"I hope you aren't planning to fall asleep, Scully. I'm not done
with you yet," I ran my hand over her again.

"You can try," she smiled slyly at me. "But I need recharge time,
too."

"That's not what I was planning," I grinned as I slid my index
finger into her.

"Oh." The word came out staccato and her head lolled on the
cushion.

"I'm not finished my research yet," I explained as I explored her
slippery wetness.

"That feels good," she breathed, rocking her hips against my
finger.

"So I gathered."

Unlike when I went down on her, this way I got to watch her every
reaction. Before I could only hear her and feel her squirming.
This way I got the complete picture and I was loving it. My only
regret was that she still had her shirt on.

I was making little circles on the upper wall of her vagina. I
had a goal in mind and I was sure I'd know when I reached it.
When Scully almost sat bolt upright I knew I'd hit paydirt. Her
eyes flew open, but they were glazed over. She tried to say
something, but the only sound she made were guttural moans.
Watching her was almost enough to send me over the edge.

I kept my circular pattern going in a small area until I'd
stimulated her g-spot enough to make it unmistakable. When I was
sure I wouldn't lose it, I lifted my finger to change my pattern.
Now I was rubbing her in an up and down pattern -- a modified
version of the 'come here' finger, but mine wasn't quite so bent.

When I glanced back up at Scully I found her face contorted with
pleasure. Her nipples had grown so hard that I could see them
through her bra and shirt. Damn I was good.

As I continued to caress her, I felt something on my palm. I
looked down to find that my hand had become very wet. I couldn't
believe it. I had no idea my finger alone would have this kind of
effect.

"Mulder," she whimpered, pulling me out of my reverie. "It's not
enough. I need more."

More, I could give her, and I didn't have to be asked twice.
After sliding out of her, I got to my feet and picked her up.

"Wha --" she looked at me with dazed eyes.

"Floor," I explained.

When I'd set her down, I began to tug at my clothes. I couldn't get
them off fast enough.

"Mulder," she said skeptically.

"Trust me," I knelt down between her legs.

"Let me get on top," she suggested.

"No, then that would be you giving you an orgasm, I want to
do it," I argued as I slid into her.

"Oh God, that feels good," she panted.

"Now pull your legs back," I instructed.

She looked at me wide-eyed, but did as I said. She stopped when
her legs were perpendicular to the floor.

"Further," I said through clenched teeth. It was taking all of
my will not to start fucking her right away. "Use your hands to 
pull them back if you have to. Just make sure your ass is off the
floor."

As she moved I began to take slow strokes. She'd know when she
pulled her legs back far enough.

"Oh my God," she squealed on my third stroke.

"There, stay there," I panted and I began to thrust harder.
Our foreplay had brought me very close to coming, so I wasn't
sure how long I was going to last. Scully's pants and groans
weren't making things any better. As I felt my balls begin to
tighten Scully suddenly dug her nails into my arms, without
losing her position. You'd think that might slow me down, but
all it did was push me harder. I was pumping into her as fast and 
hard as I could. Sweat was dripping off my face onto hers, but 
she didn't seem to notice. Her head was arched back and she was
wailing. It was music to my ears. It was also the last straw.
All I could do was pray that she would finish with me, because
I couldn't hold back any longer. My voice joined hers as my
orgasm ripped through me.

I retained enough consciousness not to collapse on top of her.
Instead I rolled to my side and pulled her with me. We lay there
for several minutes simply catching our breath.

"You win," she finally murmured, wiggling back against me.

"I certainly feel like I won, but could you remind me what I won
exactly," I gave her a squeeze.

"You're right. It probably isn't the women. It's actually
probably a lot of factors, some psychol --"

"Enough of that sexy after talk, Scully," I cut her off with a
chuckle.

"Sorry," she laughed with me.

"So that wasn't too acrobatic, was it?" I nuzzled her neck.

"No, but can we use the bed next time? I have a feeling my back
is going to make me regret using the floor. We aren't teenagers
anymore, Mulder."

"I'm reminded of that every time I turn on the radio," I laughed.

"Mulder, if we don't get up, we'll fall asleep here and then
we'll be really sorry," Scully sat up with a groan.

"But you enjoyed the sex, even if it was on the floor, didn't
you?" I propped myself up on my elbow.

"I've never had that many orgasms in one night, Mulder. Is that
what you want to hear?" she turned to tell me.

"Only if it's true," I felt my stomach start to churn.

"Oh, it's true," she chuckled. "I've never come that hard before,
either. This was definitely the best night of my life."

"Really?" I was suddenly very pleased with myself.

"But I hate to tell you that it wasn't the orgasms that made
it spectacular for me," her face grew serious.

"It wasn't?" I was confused.

"Nope," she shook her head. "If that's all tonight had been
about, I think it would have been the beginning of the end for
us."

My heart started to flutter in my chest. I couldn't figure out
what she was trying to say.

"Don't look so scared, Mulder," she smiled softly at me. "I
enjoyed the orgasms, don't get me wrong. But they pale in
comparison to hearing you say that you love me and knowing
that I had no reason to doubt the veracity of those words," she
bent down to press a gentle kiss against my lips. "Who knows?"
she smiled. "Maybe that's what different about the twenty percent
 -- love."

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