I feel like Mulder used to date women with much more endowed boobs than Scully tho ;p
Aside from noticing in passing initially that yes, this tiny redheaded doctor could be considered beautiful in a mousy, subdued kind of way, I don’t think Mulder would have looked twice at Dana Scully if he’d passed her in the hallway.
But after he read Einstein’s Twin Paradox, he was immediately fascinated and, let’s be honest, turned on, by the brain that her body housed. When she blossomed from that adorable little cherub to an ethereal, gun- and scalpel-wielding seraphim, Mulder had already fallen and fallen hard.
From the beginning, theirs was an attraction of the mind and spirit before anything else. That they also happen to be perfect physical specimens is just a bonus.
Song: Florida Kilos by Lana Del Rey (drug dealer sana!au)
White palms, baking powder on the stove Cooking up a dream, turning diamonds into snow I feel you, pretty baby, feel me Turn it up hot, loving you is free I like it down, like it down way low But you already know that You already know
Come on down to Florida I got something for ya We could see the kilos or the keys, baby, oh ya Guns in the summertime Drink a Cherry Cola lime Prison isn’t nothing to me if you’ll be by my side Word Count: 2k
Genre: slight smut, fluff
Author’s Note: so I didn’t go by the most voted sequence like I said because I really really wanted to write something for Sana. She’s been on my mind for some time and I can’t resist her :’D
Your eyes travel up the calculated, poised curve of the girl’s body as she leans on open window of a police car posted near the beach, and talks up the officer inside of it. It’s stupidly clear the effect she has on him.
Sana is blessed with one of those innocent faces that make anyone trust her, and she has a cutesy, high-pitched voice that she uses to charm her way into people’s hearts. Those two things, coupled with her natural childish disposition, make it so no human on this earth would be able to resist falling for her.
Yes, when it comes to her face she’s indistinguishable from an adorable little cherub, but her body tells a different story. Everything from her sexy collar bones that she loves to show off in her endless supply of off-shoulder tops to her long, honey thighs is pure sin. And she knows how to flaunt it.
The clash between her innocent face and sexy body makes the men who leer at her become filled with shame. How could they be thinking such filthy thoughts about such an angelic creature? They stammer and blush and try to hide their ogling but they still look, and maybe that, the blinding guilt and lust they have for her, is what allows her to get away with so much.
You knew for a while now that Sana is a drug dealer, to the complete obliviousness of the entire city population and police force. You weren’t any better than them, really. You only knew because she allowed you to know. You tell yourself it’s because she cares, because she doesn’t want to keep secrets from you… but it’s hard to be convinced when you see her in such short shorts, talking it up and down with that officer who won’t stop glancing down at her body. Haven’t he ever fucking heard of subtlety?
This shouldn’t bother you so much but it does. Why does she kiss you so tenderly? Why does she let you fall for her only to turn around and do this?
Again you try to convince yourself that she’s only doing that to cover her tracks and keep her image up, but that’s an even harder pill to swallow. A much simpler explanation would be that you’re as much of an idiot as that man in the police car, greedily drinking up whatever truth she offers you. After all, it’s not like she outright told you about her illegal undertakings. You found out when you saw her in the middle of a transaction, and at the time you had thought that the eye contact she made with you and the small smile on her face meant that she intended for you to see, but now you’re starting to think that it was an accident and she’s merely stringing you along to get you to keep quiet.
Well, you weren’t going to keep quiet, at least not to her. Dangerous drug dealer or not -and she was dangerous, you could see it in those fox eyes of hers- you were going to confront her about it. If she’s concerned about you telling anyone then she shouldn’t be because you’d never tell anyone anyway, but she had no right to play with your emotions like that!
“If you’re going to stare at least be subtle about it.” Jeongyeon, the waitress at the beach bar you are working in, snorts, making you jump. How long was she standing there?
“I’m not staring. What are you talking about?” You mumble, blushing intensely and quickly averting your eyes from your seductress.
She only snorts again as a way of reply, and you chew on your lips, your eyes already missing Sana and trying to fight the urge to look over at her again until they break out of your control and steal a glance, only to find out that she’s already gone.
Disappointment drops like a stone in your stomach because even though you were intensely jealous of the scene you were witnessing just a few moments ago, you still considered it a privilege to be able to watch the divine girl seduce her way out of trouble.
Jeongyeon sees the disappointment on your face and clarifies smugly, “Don’t get all pouty now, Miss Bagel herself is coming over here.” She smirks and quickly leaves before the panic fully hits you.
Like a deer caught in a trap, you watch wide-eyed as Sana confidently struts over to you. “How’s my favorite cocktail girl?"
Sana pins you down under her sultry gaze, and you struggle against it but you can’t break free.
"I’m f-fine.” You curse yourself for stuttering. Can you for once not act like a loser in front of her?
Sana reaches out and brushes away the hair from your face, a defense mechanism you use to hide yourself away like an ostrich, thinking that if you can’t see the danger then it can’t see you too.
“I saw you watching me earlier.” She says and you pull away, embarrassment latching onto your body like a fire, but Sana only follows after you. “You know he means nothing to me right? They all mean nothing, only you do."
She lifts your chin up to make you look at her and whispers, "You believe me, don’t you baby?"
And just like that, your heart goes into free fall.
"Hey, stop biting on your lips.” She swipes a finger across your lips, feeling the abused surface and releasing it from the assault of your teeth. “See, you’ve got it all dry and cracked? Luckily for you, I’ve got some extra chapstick."
She doesn’t give you time to think before she’s closing the small distance between you and pressing her lips onto your own.
The kiss ends before it even begins. Sana pulls back right away but her face stays precariously close to yours. She uses her thumb to spread the small amount of her cherry chapstick that was now staining your lips. "Oh no, it’s still dry. I think it needs more, don’t you agree?"
You meekly nod and she dives in again. This time the kiss lasts longer but only slightly before she pulls back again. Each following kiss grows in duration until she has you clutching onto her silky smooth shoulders and threading through her even softer hair. Her lips taste of the salty waves and the pink cherry chapstick she obsessively wears.
She backs you into the corner adjacent to the bar’s counter so you’re out of sight then you feel her hand start sliding up your thigh and under your skirt. She lightly runs her finger across your slit that was embarrassingly outlined by your wet underwear. Immediately your breath hitches and you break the kiss. You’d never gone this far with her before. Actually, you’ve never gone beyond chaste kisses, light neck carcasses or a hand that lingers on your waist for a second too long.
"Want me to stop?” Her smile remains seductive but you can see the seriousness in her eyes. She’ll stop if you want.
Your answer is quick and sure, “No."
Her giggle floats on the beachy winds and swirls around you as she leans over and kisses you neck. She starts rubbing you more firmly now and soon you find yourself whining and whimpering for more.
It was wrong, you knew it was. She was bad news and you were a good girl. You shouldn’t let yourself be caught up in such illegal and dangerous things no matter how sexy, how unbelievably sexy, the package was.
Your mind was free to think whatever it liked because as soon as she eased a pretty, slender finger into you, you stopped listening to it anyway. "Does this feel good?”
“Yes, please don’t stop."
"I won’t stop as long as you keep moaning for me like that, pretty baby.” She drawls, and you swear you could cum from just listening to her voice. You don’t know what you did to deserve the attention of such a heavenly creature but it seems like the universe agrees with you because just as you were nearing your end, you hear Jeongyeon yelling for you.
“Damn it, where are you, ___!"
You have half a mind to ignore the tall girl but Sana pulls away from you and tells you to go see what she wants. You give her a betrayed look but she just laughs and gives small spank, sending you on your way.
You try to appear as calm and collected as possible as you step up to the counter as if you didn’t just step out of one of your wet dreams, but it doesn’t fool Jeongyeon.
"Whoa, what happened to you?” She exclaims before her raised eyebrows quickly settle down into a disgusting pervy look. “Did you finally get that make-out session from Sana that you were pining after?"
"Shut up!” You throw a washcloth at her, embarrassed by the fact that Sana was a few feet away, hearing everything she said.
“Oh, please, you are like a little puppy who–” You suddenly stop listening to Jeongyeon’s humiliating rant because, no, Sana wasn’t a few feet away like you had thought, but instead she was crouched under the bar counter with her hands traveling up your legs at this very moment.
You think she’s going to finger you again but instead, she does something much worse. She pulls your panties to the side and presses her pouty lips to your pussy. You yelp, interrupting Jeongyeon and she narrows her eyes in suspicion. “What’s with you?"
"Nothing! Is there something that you wanted. You know, besides annoying the fuck out of me?” You snap, your voice coming out shaky and unsteady.
“Geez, I was kidding. No need to bite my head off. I came to give you these orders.” She starts rattling off a long list of drinks that you can’t even hear because the things that Sana is doing to you under the counter are unmentionable. You can’t help but sneak what was supposed to be a glance down at Sana, your eyes meeting her own fox-sharp ones and the smile she has wrapped around your sensitive clit turns her eyes even sharper. The sounds of the waves and wind are loud but the sloppy sounds of your wet pussy are so deafening that you can’t believe Jeongyeon can’t hear it.
When she’s done recounting all the orders to you, she asks you if you’ve got it, and you say yes.
“Really? Are you sure you don’t want to get the notepad to write them down?” She says unconvinced, and your eyes snap back to her and see the suspicious look back on her face.
“I said I got it, Jeongyeon. I’m not an amateur.” You snap, hoping the rude tone would make her finally go away.
She raises both her hands up in mock surrender, “Alright, alright."
You were so desperate to get rid of her because, despite the fact that you were in public and that you were engaged in a conversation, you were dangerously close to cumming. But again, the universe was hell bent on smiting you, and just before Jeongyeon was out of earshot, your orgasm comes ripping through you like a riptide and an unmistakable moan of pleasure is torn from your throat.
Jeongyeon whirls around, eyebrows up to her hairline, and you have nothing to do but quickly duck behind the counter.
"Oh god, oh god, I’m quitting my job! No, I’m leaving the entire city!” You squeak, hiding your face behind your hands. Sana’s laugh floats around you again, seeping through you and soothing you like a magic touch.
“You’re saying that like I’d let you out of my sight, pretty baby.” Sana smirks and removes your hands from your face, pressing a final, languid kiss to your mouth. She doesn’t taste of salt and cherries anymore. Instead, she tastes of you, and your mind can’t argue back when your heart tells it that nothing has ever felt more right.