The Sex-Files #bts season 11

The way Chris had written was: she walks to the dividing door between the hotel rooms, and looks in and sees Mulder kind of taking his pants off, taking his shirt off and getting into bed to go to sleep. I said ‘First of all. I just said goodbye 7 seconds ago. What kind of man gets out of his clothes that quickly? Secondly, if I don’t see her looking at me, you’re basically going to be watching me take off my pants from behind…’ I said ‘what if she comes and opens the door and I’m just standing there? Like, yup. I knew you were going to open that.’ So I feel like that really kind of helped, you know, save the end of that episode.

David on the “Plus One” ending (x)

Uggh.. DD should hv a written an ep.. He always makes MSR looks sexy funny smooth and exciting 😄 dd just knew the right & cool moves to make.

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That moment in Plus One where Scully turns around and stares right into Mulder’s eyes and says “We’ll think of something” almost gives me chills because at that exact part, it’s as if MSR and Gillovny become one. The lines have never been so blurry and it makes my mind explode a little. The way G looks at D and says that line is so sincere + straightforward. They will think of something. G and D WILL maintain a connection. Didn’t think a scene in TXF would make me hopeful for Gillovny again.

Normally, I prefer to separate msr from Gillovny in my head, but I must admit that my mind definitely went there while watching. I was impossible not to, given the circumstances!

msrafterdark:

vi. oral sex

It’s not about control. Well…perhaps it is, a little. There’s something undeniably empowering about giving a man enough pleasure to make him completely lose his college education and his ability to form coherent sentences. It’s even better when that man is your partner, best friend, and—more recently you’ve discovered—the best lover you’ve ever had.

He smells good and tastes even better. Warm and desperate, his husky scent is heightened even more with the rush of the blood simmering in his veins and arteries. You love hearing his soft gasp when you press a kiss to the underside of his velvet shaft, his little dry sob when you gently tease his slit with the tip of your tongue. The ease with which you engulf him in your mouth is too right to be wrong.

His fingers are in your hair and you relish the additional small point of contact. His nails lightly scrape at your scalp and the sensation settles in your nipples and clit, where your free hand gently presses and squeezes. He moans at the realization that you’re deriving pleasure from his own and you smile before dragging your tongue up his length. He whimpers again.

It’s not about control. Really, it’s not…it’s all about him.