From: Michael Preston Date: Wed, 19 Feb 2003 13:24:37 -0600 Subject: New: Snowbound Source: atxc TITLE: Snowed In AUTHOR: Mike E-MAIL ADDRESS: MLP0666@Hotmail.com DISTRIBUTION: Archive as you will. Please let me know. SPOILER WARNING: None. Mid-season 7 tone. RATING: R/NC-17 CLASSIFICATION: Vignette R MSR Existing RST LSMFT SPQR PDQ SUMMARY: Mulder and Scully find enlightenment in the mountains. Snowed In By Mike In the Mountains Monongahela National Forest, West Virginia Friday, before Presidents Day 3:00 PM "Two feet and still falling hard, Scully." Mulder stomped the snow off his boots as he shouldered his way in the door with a cardboard box of supplies in his arms. "How do we stand?" "The cell phones work, I've already started the electrical generator for lights, and we've a cord and a half of split wood for heat. Propane water heater and stove. No Cable, only a couple of Country stations on the radio. How is it inside?" "Needs sweeping and only one bedroom has a fireplace. The pump in the kitchen sink and dry toilets indicate we have back-up for the lack of running water, including a privy." She made a moue of disgust. "Let me get the well pump started and we'll have running cold water and all that that implies in twenty minutes, hot water about an hour after that." An expression of grateful relief crossed her face. "Now the tough part, division of duties. I'm a good camp cook and my longer arms mean I can carry more wood per trip. That leaves you do just sit and look beautiful." "And clean the kitchen and make the beds and sweep and dust and. and. and. " "Calm down, Scully. I'm your slave until the place suits you. You just have to kill the spiders before I put hands in any dark places, and give directions." 8:30 PM Scully came into the kitchen and threw her arms around Mulder from behind as he finished the last few touches on supper. "This long weekend of cross-country skiing was a really great idea, Mulder. What made you think of it?" "I wanted to get away from dreary Washington with my best buddy, who I saw reading skiing magazines at work." "Why here?" "It's quiet, comfortable and cheap. It was Grandfather Mulder's fishing camp and Gram used to bring me here for a week every summer for trout. I had it winterized a few years ago, and sneak out here for weekends sometimes, just to sit and think. Grandfather was grandfathered in when they established the national forest, there was already a house here. And it's only two and a half hours from DC." She squeezed again and asked, "What's for Supper." "Pork Chops, rice and gravy, canned green beans and biscuits with butter and apple butter. For dessert, coffee and brandy." "Mulder! That's enough calories for a week." "And we'll burn a week's worth of calories on the trails tomorrow. I'm going to load your fanny pack with a quart of hot cocoa and a half pound of chocolate bars." *** "Mulder, that was wonderful. Let's clean up and take our coffee in front of the fire." "Sounds good. You wash, and I'll dry and put away. Some of the shelves may be a little high for you. Ow!" "Mulder, I was getting in a romantic mood. Coffee, brandy, an open fire in a snowbound cabin. Then some jerk starts making short jokes." "Scully, the dishes are put away to my tastes, and I'm nearly a foot taller than you. It wasn't a slam, it was recognizing reality." "OK, I'll let it go, as long as you meet my expectations later." "Oh, what are your expectations?" "A skillful, romantic seduction leading to a couple of hours of continuous, mind-bending orgasms." He gulped, then responded, "You don't set the bar very high do you, love?" "I don't set it low for myself. Why should I set it low for my man?" *** Mulder brought in the coffee and brandy on a tray, and set it down on the end-table. He opened the cedar chest that was the natural coffee table and pulled out a bulky afghan with red roses crocheted with green vines in a white field and laid it over Scully's lap. "Mulder, what is this." "Something my Gram made. I've never used it, but I thought you might like it." He moved the insulated carafe of coffee and the brandy bottle to the coffee table. "This is folk art. It belongs in a museum." "Gram told me that it was a pretty, but useful. That I was to use it and never hang it up to look at and not use. She said let me heart be my guide when to use it. I've never brought it out for another woman, you're the only one that the beauty of the work wouldn't overwhelm." "Don't you want to snuggle under this with me?" "Naw, I've got long johns underneath these clothes. Just let me look at you drinking your coffee." She set her mug down with a thump, then pried his mug from his fingers and raised the afghan to her chin. She pulled his hand under the afghan to rest on her breast and raised her face for a kiss. Mulder thought to him self, His smart mouth ran out of control and he said, "Is this a clue by four, Scully?" She grabbed him by the ears and pulled him down for a kiss. She devoured him, painting his molars with her tongue, then dueling with his. She felt his hand pull away from her sweater covered breast. She groaned in complaint, then moaned as she felt his hand slip under her sweater and begin tracing the muscles on her abdomen and ribs. As his hand closed over her naked breast, they both gasped with desire into each other's mouth. Keeping her hold on his ears, she clambered up to straddle his lap and allow both of his hands to caress her. She hunched her hips against the hardness of his groin. When they pulled apart, gasping for air, she responded, "No, that was a clue by four." She leaned against his chest and put her arms around his waist. He responded by enveloping her in his arms, leaning down to smell her hair and lightly kiss the crown of her head. "I've got a good fire going in the bedroom. It should be nice and toasty in there." *** While Mulder had been working on supper, Scully had moved his luggage into the master bedroom and turned down the covers on the antique iron double bed covered with wool blankets and a down filled quilt. As he carried her into the bedroom, she was clinging to him, her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He was supporting her with his hands, kneading her tight little buttocks as they went. He wedged her against a wall as he opened the door and carried her in. He caught his balance and kicked the door shut, carrying her over to the bed and laying her down on it. He looked down at her shimmying out of her tights and thick wool socks. When she threw them down beside the bed and held her hands up to pull him down with her, he said, "Scully, this just isn't good enough anymore." Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she said, "What's the matter, Mulder, aren't I adventurous enough for you? Do you want something different? Tell me what you want." He sat beside her and took her in his arms. "That's not what's the matter. The sex is wonderful. The friendship and love is the anchor of my soul. What I can't take is not being able to tell the world that I love you. I want to get married. I want to make a public commitment to you for the rest of my life. I hate sneaking around like this." The tears began falling down her cheeks as she clutched him closer. "Scully, what's the matter? Please tell me, I didn't mean to make you cry." "You asshole. I had my mouth all set for a nice long weekend of skiing and you boffing my brains out, and you decide to pop the question. I'd hoped that in a few years you'd decide you couldn't live without me and propose something a little more permanent than long, wonderful weekends." "So you're not saying no?" "What I'm saying, dear sir, is whatever you want from me I will give you. I don't need marriage, because I've given my heart to you forever." She gave him a brilliant grin, all the more heartwarming because of the tears leaking down her cheeks. Fin Anybody want any more? MLP0666@hotmail.com