From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org Date: Thu, 12 Feb 2009 17:28:09 -0600 (CST) Subject: A Special Occasion (1 of 1) by JL Source: direct Reply To: jaimerockifies@yahoo.com Title: A Special Occasion Author: JL Rating: PG Category: Shameless MSR. Shameless fluff. It's all shameless. Disclaimer: Please. I don't own the characters. I'm lucky I own this computer. Keywords: Post "I Want To Believe." Summary: Mulder and Scully spend the evening celebrating. Author's note: Happy Valentines Day, philes. -- A Special Occasion By JL -- Mulder lay on his back as snow fell outside in a marriage of indecipherable patterns. The night interrupted only by winter and candlelight was a stolen moment, and he cocked his head to one side and listened for - "That was the best goddamned muffin I have ever eaten," declared Scully, who lay with her head on his chest. Her lower half disappeared beneath the coffee table until all that remained were her greasy, buttery hands, spelling her muffin orgasm in shadows across the ceiling. "No, seriously, Mulder. There has to be some secret organic poetry - pottery - " She paused. " -Property in these, perhaps some additive, maybe even something done to the buttermilk during the pasteurization process." Mulder grinned. "I'll give you something organic." He slid a hand under her top and fanned fingers across her abdomen, and then suddenly lost track of his knees. Breathing deeply, he murmured, "Wow." "Mulder?" Man, did he love Scully. Also, everyone. "Wow," Mulder repeated backwards. Flecks of light like the kind he and Scully used to chase together hovered in the spaces between her shadow fingers. "Where in the world did you get this crap?" He gestured to the ashtray, where trails of smoke slithered naughtily up and disappeared. "Oh," said Scully, "You mean - " She made an obscene gesture that was either a blowjob or a joint. "Scully, please tell me there were no favors exchanged." Scully's laughter rippled around him in a great spiral. "Even better," she said. "I extorted it from Bill." Mulder blinked. "Bill as in Scully?" "No. Bill as in Nye, the science guy. Yes, Bill as in Scully." "But how the hell did you - " "I caught him with it at Christmas. I told him I'd have his dick in a vice if he didn't let up on this ongoing, increasingly ludicrous 'Mulder is the devil, let's ship him off to Belleview' crusade, and then I made him split the rest fifty-fifty. Good stuff, right? I was saving it for a special occasion. And just think, Mulder, how much of this we must have confiscated back when Kersh had us on that shitty terrorism detail. Remember that fifth floor walkup in Philadelphia in the middle of Chinatown? The one with the um, the - with the hidden room behind the brick wall? Just rows of plants and all those coolers filled with bags of privately grown marijuana, so much of it we probably could have taken just one bag and nobody would have been the wiser and - my God, Mulder, what the hell was wrong with us? You know, there was an I-HOP down the road from the motel? An I-HOP. And I would have fucked you, Mulder. Did I ever tell you that?" Mulder frowned. "You actually said 'dick in a vice' to your brother?" Scully sighed a happy-sounding sigh. "I did." "You actually said - " "He didn't appear to be threatened by acts of violence." "So you?" "Promised I'd tattle on him to Mom." Mulder grasped Scully by the wrist and tugged until one of her fingers brushed across his lips. She tasted like raspberry muffin orgasm. "Extortionist," he murmured. "No. Just a former renegade FBI Agent." Scully turned, hands on either side of him like a cat trapping its prey in the dark. She crooked an index finger and he caught it between his lips. She tasted like Now. And yet she also tasted like everything past. In the afterglow of his freedom, the past was... The past was a color he had no name for. Mulder listened to the rise and fall of Scully's chest as she breathed and he culled up an image of her, of brand new college Scully, stoned and lying on the grass outside the quad, her hands folded beneath her head, her quick mind trained upon the sky. Maybe some part of her had always been connected to him in this way. Maybe they had both been staring up at the same sky. "You know I wouldn't trade it," she murmured as she settled in beside him. "I wouldn't change - " "It's okay. I know." She kissed the corner of his mouth, bringing forth a feeling like deep neon blue. He could take her anywhere. Anywhere now. Vegas, London, The Nile River, the Grand Canyon, the coast of Keyna, the giant willow outside the Hoover Building; they could stand in the sun no matter where it hit and look out over a vast unknown together. Perhaps the past would remain forever fixed, but the future was still unwritten. It was their next great adventure. Or so he wanted to believe. Freedom. A world still in motion. Mulder had almost forgotten the feeling. "Except that flukeman thing," finished Scully. She pillowed her head against his shoulder. "You realize if we ever came across that obnoxious genie of yours, whatever-her-name-was, I'd make that my first wish." Mulder nodded, unable to look at anything but her pupils, dark and huge and fixated on his mouth as if considering the best way to marinate him. What was the name of this feeling again? Ah, yes. Yellow. Mulder brought her hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles. "And what would be your second wish?" Scully touched two fingers to his clean-shaven jaw and let them wander the terrain in unapologetic wonder. She smiled and murmured, "I wouldn't need the second wish." -- END (ATTHS.) Heh. Author's note: Mainly, I just wanted an excuse to get Mulder and Scully stoned as I kind of thought they really, really needed it after "I Want To Believe." (Also, it was a form of characterization I hadn't played with yet. So that was fun.) As always, if you like what you see, leave some feedback. Feedback is like chicken soup for the 17 year old fangirl still living deep down inside me. (One of these days I'll order her to move out.)