An Angry Scully

Part 10

by

Trycee

Time-Line: Season 7

Disclaimer: This is written for fun, not for profit.

Mulder opened his eyes, trying to adjust to the brightness that was filling the cabin. He could hear Scully humming. He sat up and watched as she placed bowls of water on the counter. He stood up and walked up to her, his arms encircling her. He placed his nose in her hair, smelling the sweetness of her scent. He loved her. Scully was startled but quickly relaxed in his arms. He swung her around and kissed her soft lips and watched as her eyes grew wider and then settle down, a look of love on her features. Scully ran her fingers through his hair, her hand pressing against his forehead. "How do you feel, Mulder?"

He watched as her hands skimmed down his cheek, letting her fingers rifle through the bristly hairs on his chin. For years, Scully had always touched him more than was necessary whenever she was in doctors mode. Never had he had a doctor that needed to run their fingers through his hair when checking for any injury, but she always had. He found it endearing. She was looking for any excuse to touch him and now that she freely could, it was out of habit. He watched her with fascination, as she fluffed his hair with her fingers combing through the strands. It had nothing to do with a fever but it was as if her fingers had a mind of their own. He grabbed them and layered kisses on the small digits. "I'm feeling a helluva lot better, thank you, Dr. Scully."

"Mulder, handing you Tylenol is not doctoring."

"Well, maybe it was your love that healed me."

"You are certainly feeling better."

"What are you doing?", he asked, noticing the bowls on the counter filled with water.

"I have to rehydrate some chicken and the fixings. I was thinking of making you some chicken noodle soup."

"I like soup" he said, patting his stomach. "But, I'm starving now," he said, rubbing his belly. "What time is it?"

Scully glanced at her watch. "It's noon. You've been asleep for hours."

"Noon?"

"I'll fix you some eggs then."

Mulder kissed the top of her head. "Real eggs or powdered eggs?"

"We need to use the eggs from the window sill, so real eggs."

"Thanks, Scully."

He took a look at the fireplace. "I'll bring in some firewood when I go outside."

"Make sure you have a hat and gloves on, Mulder. I want you feeling completely better."

"I promise, Doc."

She watched as Mulder pushed open the porch door and dressed in his coat and gear. He showed her his gun as he pushed the front door open. She watched until he was out of her view. Scully retreated to the porch and grabbed the real eggs that were frozen from the window sill and the pot roast and returned to the kitchen. Without the stovetop that was run on electricity, Scully had to cook everything in the fireplace which made everything trickier but she knew she could figure it out. She shoved a small pot full of snow into the wood ashes and watched as it melted. She dropped the frozen eggs in it and then grabbed up the dutch oven with the frozen leftover roast. Scully placed the dutch oven into the ashes as well and watched as the snow crystals evaporated.

Scully could hear Mulder on the porch but she kept her eyes on the task in front of her . She returned to the counter and began opening a few bags of dehydrated food that Jan had given her. She placed a few pieces of chicken breast into the water and watched as they began to puff up slightly. She added dehydrated onions and peas to the other bowls. Mulder pushed open the door, his hands full with chunks of wood. He stacked them next to the fireplace, adding a large piece of wood to the dying fire. He walked over to her side. "What breakfast feast are you making?"

She turned to look at him. "Well, the eggs are frozen so I'll boil them and I figured we'd might as well use the leftover roast. I need the pot for cooking the next meal."

"Reconstituted chicken and peas?", he smirked.

"Something like that since it doesn't sound like you want chicken noodle soup," she said. "I miss convenience. I miss my stove and my fridge," Scully sighed. "I'm not sure I could've made it back in the olden days. I miss our Chinese delivery."

Mulder smiled. "I miss pizza. But, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoy this."

"I bet."

"Hey, I've cooked for you," he said, as he kissed his way along her hairline. "So, while my breakfast is cooking...you know, I wouldn't mind it if I got a taste of something else."

Scully's eyes widened. "Really? I thought you were sick."

"Yes, really. And I was. But, I feel completely better, " he said, grabbing her arm and pulling her towards the bed. "Lay down."

Scully scooted onto the bed and laid on her back. She watched as Mulder removed her thermal pants and underwear. She watched as Mulder parted her legs and slid in between them. He dipped his finger into her folds and swirled his finger around her clit. "Oh," she moaned.

Mulder dipped his finger inside of her, gathering her wetness on his finger. He slid the digit into his mouth and groaned. "OH GOD," he sighed. "I'm rock hard already."

"Then just fuck me Mulder," she panted.

He licked his lips. "Okay," he said, pushing his pants and boxers down. He entered her and they both moaned. "I love you so much, Scully."

Mulder was shocked when he was flipped onto his back. Scully settled on him and began to move, as she gripped the headboard. He watched as she rocked and bounced, her breasts jiggling underneath her top. He grabbed the ends of her thermal, and Scully lifted her arms, allowing him to take it off her body. He cupped both breasts, running his fingers around the areolas. He blew on the ends and watched as her nipples curled up into tiny pebbles. He leaned forward, shifting their position and taking one nipple into his mouth and began sucking on the tender skin. Scully grew still and groaned. He switched to the other nipple, pulling and sinking his teeth into the delicate flesh. He released the nipple with a pop and stared into her eyes. "You amaze me."

"You amaze me," she sighed as she began to move again.

Mulder kissed her as she slid back down on him. "You feel so incredible."

"God, Mulder, why didn't we do this a long ago?"

"I don't know," he said, closing his eyes as she raised up and then slid back down. "I should've fucked you that first night in the motel room. You were laying on my bed. You looked so sexy with nothing but a robe covering your bra and panties and all I wanted was to crawl up that bed and make you mine."

Scully pushed the strains of hair away from her face and looked into his eyes. "God...I think about that all the time and wonder why I didn't just open my robe and say come and get it."

Mulder moaned. "SCULLY" he groaned, flipping her back over on her back. Scully watched as he savagely thrust inside of her. She could feel her orgasm building. She could feel the friction as he pounded inside of her. She came suddenly, screaming out Mulder's name as her eyes rolled back and she collapsed back against the pillow. Mulder smiled out of pride as he continued his onslaught, pushing in and out before slamming back into her. He could feel the tightening of his balls. Scullys inner walls were pulsating around him. He could feel it building. Mulder buried himself deep inside of her and came with a force as he collapsed on top of her. He quickly lifted his weight off of her, afraid he would crush her. He balanced himself on his arms. He was still encased inside of her. Scully watched as Mulder slowly began to thrust again, growing harder by the second. She was always amazed at his ability to extend their lovemaking. For a man nearing his forties, he had the stamina of a man almost half his age. Mulder locked eyes with Scully, He wanted her to see his emotions when she looked at him. He wanted her to know what she meant to him. Scully was overwhelmed. "You make me feel so loved, Mulder."

"There's no doubt in my mind, Scully. We're soulmates. You are the love of my life."

"God, being with you is like a spiritual experience. I can't get enough."

"Neither can I," he said, thrusting as she gripped his arms. He came again, huffing and puffing, and collapsed on the side of her.

Scully turned towards him and kissed her way up his shoulder to his chest. She licked his chin on up to his lips. "I want to be with you forever, Mulder."

Mulder held her face in his hands. "You and I will be together always, Scully. I don't want anyone else but you. I've only wanted you for the last nearly seven years. I saw you and that was it for me. I didn't know if you'd be mine, I just knew I wanted you. And year after year, has made that desire grow deeper. I truly love you."

She pressed her lips to his, feeling the enormity of Mulder's love for her. "Thank You for all of this, Mulder."

He smiled as he pressed his lips to hers. "When I say you're so beautiful, Scully. I'm not just saying that. I'm saying that because you are stunning. You are a goddess. If I could build a statue of you or paint a picture, I would."

"Like Athena?"

Mulder sat up, his eyes going wide. "Exactly like Athena. You're fierce yet Beautiful."

She smiled and patted his chest. "Get dressed. I think you've worked up an appetite."

"Oh, I did," he said, watching as she quickly slipped on her clothes and retreated to the kitchen.

He watched as Scully knelt down in front of the fireplace and with an oven mitt, snatched the smaller pot away from the fire. "Almost ran out of water," she said, turning to look at him.

"Guess we stopped fucking just in time," he smirked.

Scully blushed. Mulder grabbed the dutch ovens handle, lifting it up from the flames. He followed Scully back to the kitchen as they placed both pots on the now useless stove top. He yanked off the lid and watched as the leftover roast bubbled.

"You know, I keep thinking about our rules," she said, pulling dishes out of the cupboards. "It'll be hard. It was hard already keeping my hands to myself all these years."

"How do we keep our hands to ourselves at work?"

She turned back to him. "I was thinking about what we were saying yesterday. It's going to be hard. I mean, how do I stop myself from kissing you when we're alone in the office?"

Mulder stood up and Scully's eyes took him all in. Even soft, his penis was a sight to see. He smiled as she gawked, watching him dress. "The office is bugged for sure, but maybe, we could bang it out in the bathroom if it gets too much."

"MULDER!"

"I'm serious," he said. "We're the only ones that use it. There's no one down there but the cleaning staff and they have their own bathrooms. So, if it gets too much, even though the rule was, that we donn't do anything at work..."

"That is the rules we established yesterday."

"Well, we'll leave the bathroom as an exception. That if it gets too much, we go to our safe place and bang it out, then act like nothing happened."

"That sounds dangerous and stupid," Scully said, removing the shells from the boiled eggs. She placed it on a plate. "Something tells me they would just start bugging the bathrooms and have us on camera, giving them ammunition to fire us. And we'd be on camera, and just my luck, there would be a close-up of me naked for all to see..."

Mulder scrunched up his nose. "I'm not sharing you with anyone."

Scully chuckled. "Mulder."

"I'd pay to see a home movie of us together though," he smirked. "I have a few pornos in my stash just like it."

Scully turned to look at him. "You do?"

"Scully, there's a whole category of pornos dedicated to Hot Petite Red Heads."

Scully sighed. "How many did you buy?"

Mulder grinned wickedly. "I own about ten or twelve. One video came close, but none were quite right."

She sighed loudly. "Well, that may be but I don't want us to be starring in a porno for god knows who to see. Imagine if Kersh or Skinner got ahold of a recording of us, on FBI property, as you said, banging it out."

"Fine, then we'll go back to no hanky panky while on the job. The hotels though...that's a different story."

"We'd still have to be careful", she said, slicing large pieces of roast and adding the potatoes and carrots.

"Our time is ours when we're off the clock, Scully, and I plan to spend it bending you over and fucking your brains out.."

She smirked. "Wash your hands, Mulder"

Mulder grabbed the soap and lathered his hands. Scully held a pot of melted snow water, pouring it over his hands. He dried them on the sides of his pants.

Scully handed him his plate. "Hard boiled eggs and roast," she shrugged. "As soon as we're done eating, I need to wash out that pot and put the chicken on the fire, so it'll be done by dinner."

Mulder sniffed his plate. "Mmmm. Just what I needed to regain my drive."

Scully sighed. "You are like the energizer bunny, Mulder. You keep going and going..."

"Only with you," he smiled. "You bring it out in me."

Scully glanced over to the bowls on the counter with the dehydrated chicken that was finally resembling the chicken breast she was used to. She grabbed up her own plate and sat across from Mulder at the table. She glanced at his plate. He was nearly done already. "I don't think I've ever seen you eat this much out of all the time I've known you."

"There's a reason for that," he grinned.

She sliced into her roast and ate in silence. When she was done, Mulder picked up both of their plates and brought them to the sink. "We need more snow to wash dishes."

She followed him with her eyes as he returned to the porch, scooping up the freshly fallen snow into the water jug. He placed the jug by the fire and watched the snow melt. He turned, catching Scully watching him. Instead of shying away, she stared at him, her eyes searching his. Mulder grabbed up the heated water jug, returning to the sink. She sat back and watched as Mulder washed their dishes and the now empty dutch oven. "It's ready for you, Scully."

She stood up and walked to his side. She placed the rehydrated chicken into the cast iron pot, adding the onions and spices. She placed a small amount of water in the bottom, and placed the lid on the top. Mulder placed the dutch oven directly into the fire. He used the scoop and placed ashes underneath it and on top of the iron lid.

"I'll make some peas and mashed potatoes to go with our dinner when it's done."

Mulder kissed the top of her head. "Cooking by fire, loving by fire...Despite everything, Scully. I'm gonna miss this."

"How long do you think we'll be here?"

Mulder shrugged his shoulders. "Now that Skinner knows where we are. I'm sure he's just waiting for this latest storm to blow over and then they'll come looking for us."

Scully glanced around at the tiny cabin. It had become a home to them both. Mulder gathered her in his arms. There was no need to speak. He already knew.

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