XF Fic: Seawall Conversation (Mulder/Scully) - PG-13
Title: Seawall Conversation
Pairing/Characters: Mulder/Scully
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Just a short conversation. Post-Hollywood A.D., written for xf_pornbattle prompt 'tacos and Coronas in LA'.
Scully sat on the sea wall, flapping her flip-flops against the bottom of her feet as she gazed out at the rolling ocean. The lights of the platforms blinked far off in the distance, occasionally obscured by a big wave just before it crashed into the sand. The paper bag full of tacos sat warm on her lap, probably getting grease on her jeans, but she didn't care.
She heard Mulder's footsteps scuffing on the sandy concrete behind her. "Flip-flops, Scully? You couldn't find any four-inch wedges to wear?"
"I'm surprised you know what wedges are, Mulder."
"I do now that I got all caught up on my People," he replied referring to the magazine that someone had left behind at the taco shop they were just at. Mulder had scanned it while they waited for their order and she had changed in the cramped and smelly restroom.
He handed her a cold bottle of Corona as he settled onto the wall next to her.
"Do you want to move further down the beach?" he asked her, gesturing with the mostly full Corona bottle.
"No thank you. I don't like the feeling of sand between my toes, this is fine."
"If you don't like sand, how did you survive years in San Diego as a kid?"
"It was torture, pure torture."
"Kind of like that movie?"
Scully smiled. He couldn't let the movie go and she had a sneaking suspicion he was more bothered by the story line about Skinner than about the bad quality of the movie itself. She took a sip from her own beer before setting it next to her and digging into the bag for their tacos.
They sat their in silence, one side of her growing colder in the cool breeze coming in off the Pacific and the other side growing warmer from the presence of Mulder beside her. The tacos were spicy and she finished off her beer quickly, smiling at Mulder when he handed her another cold one from the six-pack sitting behind them.
"Hey Scully, what do you say we take the last two beers back to the hotel, pound them, and then see what happens?"
"Mulder, you know, if you want to have sex you could just say so instead of getting me tipsy and alluding to it like a 14 year-old boy."
"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied. She gave him a toothy grin and cocked her head to the side.
"Mulder, you know that I love you, right?"
Mulder looked at her closely, seriously. "Yes Scully, I do."
She thought he was going to leave it at that when he took a sip from his beer bottle and gazed back out on the ocean.
"But, that still doesn't change the fact that you're a horny drunk that will fuck me against the bathroom sink if you've had a few beers."
Scully laughed, "we did that last night, want to try the chair tonight?"
Pairing/Characters: Mulder/Scully
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Just a short conversation. Post-Hollywood A.D., written for xf_pornbattle prompt 'tacos and Coronas in LA'.
Scully sat on the sea wall, flapping her flip-flops against the bottom of her feet as she gazed out at the rolling ocean. The lights of the platforms blinked far off in the distance, occasionally obscured by a big wave just before it crashed into the sand. The paper bag full of tacos sat warm on her lap, probably getting grease on her jeans, but she didn't care.
She heard Mulder's footsteps scuffing on the sandy concrete behind her. "Flip-flops, Scully? You couldn't find any four-inch wedges to wear?"
"I'm surprised you know what wedges are, Mulder."
"I do now that I got all caught up on my People," he replied referring to the magazine that someone had left behind at the taco shop they were just at. Mulder had scanned it while they waited for their order and she had changed in the cramped and smelly restroom.
He handed her a cold bottle of Corona as he settled onto the wall next to her.
"Do you want to move further down the beach?" he asked her, gesturing with the mostly full Corona bottle.
"No thank you. I don't like the feeling of sand between my toes, this is fine."
"If you don't like sand, how did you survive years in San Diego as a kid?"
"It was torture, pure torture."
"Kind of like that movie?"
Scully smiled. He couldn't let the movie go and she had a sneaking suspicion he was more bothered by the story line about Skinner than about the bad quality of the movie itself. She took a sip from her own beer before setting it next to her and digging into the bag for their tacos.
They sat their in silence, one side of her growing colder in the cool breeze coming in off the Pacific and the other side growing warmer from the presence of Mulder beside her. The tacos were spicy and she finished off her beer quickly, smiling at Mulder when he handed her another cold one from the six-pack sitting behind them.
"Hey Scully, what do you say we take the last two beers back to the hotel, pound them, and then see what happens?"
"Mulder, you know, if you want to have sex you could just say so instead of getting me tipsy and alluding to it like a 14 year-old boy."
"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied. She gave him a toothy grin and cocked her head to the side.
"Mulder, you know that I love you, right?"
Mulder looked at her closely, seriously. "Yes Scully, I do."
She thought he was going to leave it at that when he took a sip from his beer bottle and gazed back out on the ocean.
"But, that still doesn't change the fact that you're a horny drunk that will fuck me against the bathroom sink if you've had a few beers."
Scully laughed, "we did that last night, want to try the chair tonight?"