Two times Dana Scully doesn’t sleep with Fox Mulder and one time she does, Fiction, X Files, Scully
TITLE: Two times Dana Scully doesn’t sleep with Fox Mulder and one time she does
AUTHOR: memories_child
FANDOM: The X Files
SPOILERS: The Unnatural, Hollywood AD, The Truth
RATING: 12
CHARACTER/PAIRING: Scully
WORD COUNT: 766
DISCLAIMER: They're not mine, I'm borrowing them. But CC, if you're reading this, I could do with a job...
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i.
The baseball bat feels warm in her hands as Mulder’s fingers entwine with hers. She hadn’t, technically, been lying when she told him she’s never played baseball. She’s hit balls with her brothers, in various naval bases around the country, but has never actually played in a game with referees and rules and proud parents applauding. Besides, she’s sure that Mulder will allow her this small half truth.
The hit balls into the sky until well past midnight, time disappearing along with her everyday concerns. Her hands are stiff and aching when they finally discard the bat. They walk home in a companionable silence, his arm draped around her shoulders, hers wrapped around his waist.
She invites him in because she’s enjoyed his company, enjoyed the simple pleasure of whacking a horse hid bat with a piece of ash, and doesn’t want to let the night end yet. She makes them coffee as he flicks through the channels, looking for some late night sci-fi movie, and he grimaces when she settles on When Harry Met Sally.
“You want me to stay?” He asks when the hour becomes too late for either of them to justify staying awake any longer. “You know, just in case there are any shapeshifting aliens hiding in here?”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine, Mulder,” she replies, raising an eyebrow, and she watches him go with a hangdog look on his face. “But I’ll tell you what,” she shouts as he disappears down the stairs, “you can buy me an ice cream tomorrow.”
ii.
She is surprised at how drunk she is. The champagne, bought with the Bureau’s credit card, has gone straight to her head and she clutches Mulder’s arm to stop herself from falling. They have, as suggested by Skinner, had a good night. They’ve eaten at the best restaurant, drank some of the finest wines and walked along the beach, tide lapping at their feet. She is content; more than content - happy.
They make their way back to the hotel, her hand resting in the crook of Mulder’s arm.
“You coming in?” She asks as he leans on the wall by her door. “I’m sure there’s some more money on the Bureau’s card that’s waiting to be spent, and I have bubble bath.”
He leans in and for a moment she thinks he’s going to kiss her, his eyes flickering from hers to her lips. Instead, he places a chaste kiss on her forehead and smiles at her.
“What kind of man would I be if I took advantage of a drunk agent? I’ll see you in the morning.”
She watches him go with a sigh.
iii.
Time lies heavy on her. Mulder sleeps soundly on the bed, his breathing slow and quiet. She shifts in the bed, the moonlight casting pools of light and dark over the floor. They have been on the run for months, criss-crossing the country in rented cars and half bit motels. She isn’t sure whether she’s made the right choice, whether she can justify leaving her family, her life, for him.
Of course she isn’t sure whether she can go back now; she is a wanted felon, her face plastered across police stations and post office walls throughout the tri-state area, if not further,
She stares at Mulder as the moonlight travels across the bed. His eyes shift rapidly beneath the lids and she wonders what he’s dreaming of, some elusive search for that inevitable truth, his sister, always out of reach? She wonders if he ever dreams of her.
“Scully?” His voice reaches across the distance between them. “You awake?”
“Just thinking, Mulder,” she replies, reluctant to tell him just what has kept her awake.
“C’mere,” he says as his strong arms engulf her. She rests her head on his chest, breathing him in.
“What’s happened to us, Mulder?” She asks, and she can’t keep the plaintive tone out of her voice.
“We’ve become key figures in a global conspiracy,” he replies, “that tends to change things.”
“But this much? I feel, I feel lost Mulder. I don’t know where we’re going, don’t know who we are anymore.”
“Well, uh, I’ve got a little something that might take your mind off it,” he says, and she can’t help but smile.
He plants a kiss on her forehead as his hand slides down her ribs to caress her thighs. She nuzzles his neck, and his lips find hers as she parts her legs, pulling him closer. The moonlight winds its way across the room as she gasps his name in the warm air.
AUTHOR: memories_child
FANDOM: The X Files
SPOILERS: The Unnatural, Hollywood AD, The Truth
RATING: 12
CHARACTER/PAIRING: Scully
WORD COUNT: 766
DISCLAIMER: They're not mine, I'm borrowing them. But CC, if you're reading this, I could do with a job...
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i.
The baseball bat feels warm in her hands as Mulder’s fingers entwine with hers. She hadn’t, technically, been lying when she told him she’s never played baseball. She’s hit balls with her brothers, in various naval bases around the country, but has never actually played in a game with referees and rules and proud parents applauding. Besides, she’s sure that Mulder will allow her this small half truth.
The hit balls into the sky until well past midnight, time disappearing along with her everyday concerns. Her hands are stiff and aching when they finally discard the bat. They walk home in a companionable silence, his arm draped around her shoulders, hers wrapped around his waist.
She invites him in because she’s enjoyed his company, enjoyed the simple pleasure of whacking a horse hid bat with a piece of ash, and doesn’t want to let the night end yet. She makes them coffee as he flicks through the channels, looking for some late night sci-fi movie, and he grimaces when she settles on When Harry Met Sally.
“You want me to stay?” He asks when the hour becomes too late for either of them to justify staying awake any longer. “You know, just in case there are any shapeshifting aliens hiding in here?”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine, Mulder,” she replies, raising an eyebrow, and she watches him go with a hangdog look on his face. “But I’ll tell you what,” she shouts as he disappears down the stairs, “you can buy me an ice cream tomorrow.”
ii.
She is surprised at how drunk she is. The champagne, bought with the Bureau’s credit card, has gone straight to her head and she clutches Mulder’s arm to stop herself from falling. They have, as suggested by Skinner, had a good night. They’ve eaten at the best restaurant, drank some of the finest wines and walked along the beach, tide lapping at their feet. She is content; more than content - happy.
They make their way back to the hotel, her hand resting in the crook of Mulder’s arm.
“You coming in?” She asks as he leans on the wall by her door. “I’m sure there’s some more money on the Bureau’s card that’s waiting to be spent, and I have bubble bath.”
He leans in and for a moment she thinks he’s going to kiss her, his eyes flickering from hers to her lips. Instead, he places a chaste kiss on her forehead and smiles at her.
“What kind of man would I be if I took advantage of a drunk agent? I’ll see you in the morning.”
She watches him go with a sigh.
iii.
Time lies heavy on her. Mulder sleeps soundly on the bed, his breathing slow and quiet. She shifts in the bed, the moonlight casting pools of light and dark over the floor. They have been on the run for months, criss-crossing the country in rented cars and half bit motels. She isn’t sure whether she’s made the right choice, whether she can justify leaving her family, her life, for him.
Of course she isn’t sure whether she can go back now; she is a wanted felon, her face plastered across police stations and post office walls throughout the tri-state area, if not further,
She stares at Mulder as the moonlight travels across the bed. His eyes shift rapidly beneath the lids and she wonders what he’s dreaming of, some elusive search for that inevitable truth, his sister, always out of reach? She wonders if he ever dreams of her.
“Scully?” His voice reaches across the distance between them. “You awake?”
“Just thinking, Mulder,” she replies, reluctant to tell him just what has kept her awake.
“C’mere,” he says as his strong arms engulf her. She rests her head on his chest, breathing him in.
“What’s happened to us, Mulder?” She asks, and she can’t keep the plaintive tone out of her voice.
“We’ve become key figures in a global conspiracy,” he replies, “that tends to change things.”
“But this much? I feel, I feel lost Mulder. I don’t know where we’re going, don’t know who we are anymore.”
“Well, uh, I’ve got a little something that might take your mind off it,” he says, and she can’t help but smile.
He plants a kiss on her forehead as his hand slides down her ribs to caress her thighs. She nuzzles his neck, and his lips find hers as she parts her legs, pulling him closer. The moonlight winds its way across the room as she gasps his name in the warm air.