"Alright Scully, prepare to learn", Mulder proclaimed, tossing a DVD case at the redhead sitting on the couch.
He had just finished loading the DVD into the player, before grabbing the remote on his way to the couch. Scully shifted slightly to the right, as Mulder sunk into the plush material of the loveseat. They interlaced their arms, each placing a hand on the other's thigh. Scully's thumb worked small circles on the denim of his pants, pressing into his muscle.
"Why do I feel like I'm about to subject myself to hours of Ancient Aliens?", she questioned, turning her head to face him. Her expression of disinterest morphed quickly into surprise as rock music began to blare from the television. She raised an eyebrow.
"Woodstock, 1969. 3 days of peace and music. Doesn't that sound inviting?", he smirked at her.
"Mulder, I've already seen the Hendrix performance. You made me watch it in exchange for…", she paused, "…never mind", blushing as she recalled the events which lead to that agreement. Mulder smiled, remembering fondly the actions of that night.
"No no no, this is IT. All the performances, in sequence. The Who, CCR, The Band, Joplin" he listed off, getting more passionate with each iteration.
"I'm sorry, but did you just say 3 days? Mulder, I'm already exhausted", she sighed at him, sinking deeper into the couch.
Mulder moved a finger to her lips, "Shhhhh, less talk - more free lovin'", he said, replacing his finger with his lips in a chaste kiss, reaching his arm to select "play all" on the DVD menu. Scully was hopeful this night's events were about to take a more exciting turn, but as soon as Swami Satchidananda's voice ran out with the opening speech for the festival, she realized Mulder's attention was gone.
The clock on the DVR said 12:00 am. Santana's guitar rang through the house and Mulder nodded his head along to the riffs.
"Did you know that guy was the youngest musician at the event", he gestured to the drummer on stage, "Came a boy and most likely, left a man" he smirked, turning his head toward Scully in preparation for her retort.
Scully and the couch had become one. Her feet were propped up on the coffee table, her arms crossed across her body, and her head was turned slightly toward Mulder.
"I hope you know this means we're just going to have to start it over again tomorrow", he whispered, slowing leaning forward in an attempt not to wake her. He hit the mute button on the remote before sinking back into the couch, propping his feet up besides hers. Before long, they were both asleep, the Grateful Dead playing silently in front of them.
