Rain of Tears

Rating: NC-17

Fandom: The X Files

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters - and even if I did they'd be too hot for me to handle all by myself

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The water scaled as it hit her scalp, but the shocking pain was so very much welcomed right now, as it distracted the pain in her heart.

Scully slammed her hands against the hard tile and let the water continue to burn. These were the moments she missed him most. When the job was done for the day and William was asleep. These were the times her heart had the time to ache for him. To ache for his touch, to remember his scent, to feel his hot breath against her soft skin whispering words only for her.

As the water continued to fall, her hands moved down, touching herself and awakening a feeling that she hadn’t felt since he left. The night before she was showering and he joined her. She was embarrassed by her body – having just given birth only days earlier – but he didn’t say a word, just wrapped his arms around her swollen belly, kissing her neck as the water fell upon them both. Cleansing them of the past, every mistake, every fight starting them anew, together with their son – even though they knew he would have to leave for a while, they were still a family and nothing could change that. And for now, in this moment, they were together. Mulder’s hands moved down to her center, still sore from the birth of her son but she welcomed his gentle touch against her soft folds, reminding her that even though she was a mother she was also still a woman, that she was his woman.

The memories flooding her mind as her fingers slid against her sensitive skin, the water hitting her breasts and sending shocking waves of pleasurable pain through her body, she began to rub harder, remembering how gentle he was that night, asking her if the way he was touching her was ok, and being so gentle to his favorite part of her body; hoping to make her come with his words alone.

Scully fell against the wall as her fingers continued the trip down memory lane, remembering how he lightly touched her clit, and even though it was sore she liked the pain, just like the pain of the hot water on her nipples. She slid down against the wall and let the hot scalding water hit her clit, bringing her more pleasure with the hot beads of water. She rubbed harder, thinking of his face, of his words, of his touch as he lightly rubbed her clit and made her come, made her cry out her love for him, for giving him what she thought she could never have; a son and a man who would love her no matter what. As the memories of that night engulfed her mind her orgasm engulfed her body.

As the orgasm passed she opened her eyes, finding herself once again so very much alone, and the water was still falling. The pain in her heart returning as the water began to cool; she brought her knees to her chest, wrapped her arms around them and began to rock. The tears falling as she rocked under the now lukewarm water. As the water got colder, the tears became heavier, crying out his name and watching as her tears circled down the drain.