An Angry Scully

Part 11

by

Trycee

Time-Line: Season 6

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

Scully stared out at the stark whiteness outside the cabin window. The snow had reached half way up the window. She turned to see Mulder checking their clothes for dampness. "We need to rotate the ones that are almost dry with the ones that are still wet."

She stood up and ducked beneath Mulder's pants that were hanging on the line. "I can't reach some of these."

Mulder grabbed some down, tossing them into Scully's awaiting arms. She stood there as the clothes slowly covered her face. She waited as Mulder switched around the dry with the wet on the line and then relieved her of the garments in her hands, just in time. They were starting to get heavy. He turned towards the window. "Anymore snow and our cabin might not be found."

"Don't joke about that."

He turned to see the worried look on her face. "Come here," he said, pulling her towards the sofa. "Just sit down."

"That's really all we can do," she sighed. "It's been four days since we went to Jan and Bob's. And all it's done is snowed nonstop since then. We have no electricity, and I'm really tired of staring into the fire right about now."

Mulder pulled Scully into his lap and wrapped her in his arms. He kissed her cheek and listened to her exasperated sigh. The hours were dragging on and with nothing to do, Scully was starting to get irritated. Mulder knew he had to cut off her irritability and quickly before it ruined her entire day. Mulder placed Scully's hand in his. He was amazed at how well he tiny hand fit. He rubbed his fingers over her digits, amazed at the strength and tenderness in such a small hand. Scully watched him and rolled her eyes. "I'm calm, Mulder."

"Are you?"

She sighed. "I was just thinking, could you imagine living like this back in the Pioneer Days with like eight kids and the parents in a cabin this size. Like how? I can't even imagine it. I think I'd go insane. Most were illiterate. Like, what did they do for fun?"

"They fucked a lot."

Scully rolled her eyes. "Mulder."

"No really. They had like twenty kids, Scully. Think about it. The women spent all day cooking and trying to keep their families afloat. And with twenty kids, they were always breast feeding someone."

"And the men?", she said. "What did the men do?"

Mulder shrugged his shoulders. " Maybe they told stories to keep everyone sane. Maybe they whittled toys out of sticks for the kids to play with."

"My ancestors came here from Ireland quite recently, actually. I think the only Pioneer ancestor I had came from my mom's side. Like an great uncle that came to America for the mass riches and rivers of gold that America was supposed to have. His name was Eamon McHaley, I think. He died in the mines or something like that. At least that's what my Aunt Olive told us. What about you?"

"My ancestors came here during War World I. They had the money to leave before Hitler arrived in the Netherlands. They settled in Ohio and then in Connecticut and became boring tight-assed Wasps."

"Well, imagine if it were 1801 and we were living here with thirteen kids. What would your Pioneer name be?."

Mulder smiled. "Hmmm, my Pioneer name would be Abraham Joseph."

Scully chuckled. "So, what would be my name?"

"I think you'd be Rebecca, which sounds pretty sexy."

"Rebecca from Maryland and we came here by wagon to Minnesota during the summer time with our thirteen kids. And you built us this cabin with the promise you'd make us a bigger one someday."

"But then it started to snow and snow and snow and it never stopped. And then I realized we'd all just die here."

Scully glanced up. "Come on Mulder, we were doing so well. We've got to break the boredom somehow..."

Mulder's eyebrows raised. "Besides, sex," she interjected. "I never thought I'd say this, Mulder, but you and I are having too much sex."

Scully reached out and closed Mulder's open mouth. "There's no such thing as too much sex, Scully. Especially since it's been almost seven years of pure sexual frustration and torture. I intend to have as much sex with you as possible. And besides, have you looked at you?"

"I can't imagine what I look like right now, Mulder. I haven't brushed my hair in three weeks. I have red tub marks on my arms and legs from sitting in a trough. And I'm sure the clothes I'm wearing smell like mildew."

Mulder laughed. "You look sexy as hell to me," he added. "And all you have to do is tell me when we can go again and I'll be rock hard and ready."

"Maybe later," she sighed.

"Scully, you said, we'd have to break the boredom somehow."

"Mulder, we can't have sex like constantly."

Mulder sighed loudly. "Okay, fine. So now what?"

Scully shifted so she was laying against Mulder's chest. "What's the thing that you miss the most from your apartment?"

Mulder chuckled. "Well, I'm pretty sure my fish are all dead, so I can't say that. I would say my TV. I am shocked that I'm able to sleep without it on. What about you?"

"You know I'm gonna say my tub. But, also my bed."

"Your big bed..."

"Yeah," she sighed. "Full of pillows and high off the ground. I never got that much sleep in it though."

"You still won't," he smirked. "If I have anything to do with it."

"You know Mulder, I was thinking. We've been out here for three weeks in the middle of nowhere."

"Yeah?"

"Why haven't we seen one UFO?"

Mulder was stunned. "Are you saying you believe in UFO's, Scully?"

"No, I'm saying, isn't this how all of our XFiles go? Someone is out in the middle of nowhere and they get abducted by aliens?"

"Maybe they don't want to disturb us because of all the sex we're having."

Scully stood up and walked over to the windows. "I should've called my mom," she said. "Let her know we were okay."

Mulder followed her to the window. "I'm sure Skinner told her we were safe."

Scully sighed as she looked at the wall of white that was piling up in front of them. "How long do you think it'll be before they get us?"

"Come on, Scully, let's think of something else."

She reached up and touched his cheek. "I'm sorry if I'm moody today."

"I understand," he said, combing his fingers through her hair. "How about I tell you a story"

"Ugh," she huffed.

"No, no. It'll be a good one. It'll have aliens, and Pioneers and bears in it."

She shook her head. "I'm so bored, Mulder, that I'm willing to listen to one of your crazy stories."

"Don't you listen to my crazy stories everyday as it is?"

"I get paid to listen to them."

"Oh no, Agent. I don't think so," Mulder said, shaking his head. "A partner would've told me to shut up long ago."

"I did tell you to shut up a long time ago. You just never did."

"No...come on, admit it. You think my voice is sexy."

Scully blushed and walked past him. "I better start cooking some of this dehydrated meat if we're gonna have something done by dinner time."

He grabbed her arm and swung her around to face him. "Kiss first."

Scully smiled and reached up and kissed Mulder on the cheek. She turned and walked off. She looked back and could see that Mulder was frustrated. "Oh come on, Mulder."

"I want a real kiss, Scully."

"A real kiss or a kiss that leads to something else?", she asked, her eyebrow raised.

"Preferably the one that leads to something else."

"I'm all sexed out right now," she said firmly. "I want to just talk, you and me."

"I think someone once told us that we talk too much. I have to agree," Mulder said, turning and walking towards their bed. He hopped in the bed and patted the seat next to him. "Join me."

"Only if we just cuddle."

She quickly dumped the package of meat into the pot of water, not even looking to see what it was. She walked slowly across the room, ducking underneath pants and shirts. She slipped into the bed and settled on her pillow next to Mulder. He turned towards her. "Are you really tired of lovemaking right now?"

"I'm in a bad mood."

"How can I make you happy?"

"Kiss me."

Mulder pressed his lips to hers. He pulled her against him. He could feel the softness of her breasts pressed against his chest and the coldness of her feet near his calves. He plunged his tongue into hers and then ran his hands down over her backside. Scully's eyes focused on him as she pushed him down on his back. She climbed on top of him and brought his lips to hers. She closed her eyes as his tongue entered hers. She could taste the bitterness of their coffee from that morning on his tongue. He licked his way up to her hairline and then kissed her eyelid. She could feel her skin prickle as he skimmed her breasts, his fingers poking at her nipples and then down over her stomach. She had never felt so revered as she did when Mulder touched her skin. She turned her attention to his strong jawbone and then to his muscled collarbone. She ran her fingers down his chest and to the ripples of his stomach. Her hands reached to his hip. He was surprised when she lowered herself on his cock. She laid her hands on his chest and began to move. She was not surprised in the least when Mulder shifted them both so he was sitting up with her in his lap in the lotus position. He pressed his head to her breasts, his hands resting on her ass as he pressed her onto his shaft. Their pace was slow and deliberate, as they used their bodies to convey their emotions. Scully watched as Mulder pressed his lips to her neck and then began to press on her ass speeding their motions up she rode his cock in a rhythm he set. She gripped his neck as he ground her down on his shaft over and over as she bounced and hissed. He stared into her eyes as they moved. Scully's legs were locked around his waist as he sat with his own legs spread out. His hands pressed her body into the onslaught of his cock. Scully tossed her head back as she whimpered and moaned. Mulder took the opportunity to suck her entire areola into his mouth, before moving on to the other breast. As he sucked, Scully crashed down on top of him. He could feel her shaking from head to toe as he held her. He felt his cum shooting deep inside of her as they breathed together. They held one another, not saying a word as they kissed and rocked together until their breathing had slowed and the sweat cooled on their bodies.

They laid back down together and Scully could feel Mulder's breathing against the top of her head as he spooned her. "Wow," he said, finally.

Scully turned so she was staring into his eyes. "Don't think this means I can't resist you."

"I'm certainly going to think that," he smiled.

"Don't be arrogant."

"Can I be thankful?" he said, kissing her fingers. "That the stars aligned somehow. That we're here together. Fated. Destined."

Scully smirked. "Mulder, you're incorrigible."

"I'm in love."

"So am I," she smiled. "What do you say after you've just had life altering sex with the man you love?"

"You say, give me about two hours and we can do it all over again."

"Nope, no, you don't say that," Scully said, as she scooted back away from him. "You say, now I have to get up to make something by fire for us to eat later."

"Don't, just lay in bed with me."

"Mulder, I would love too but I need to get up and make our dinner. It'll take hours for it to cook."

"You're telling me you don't want to lay here with me?"

Scully smiled. "I'm saying if I don't get started on our dinner, you're gonna get cranky later if there's nothing to eat."

"Hmmm," Mulder said, as he watched her dress and then retreat to the kitchen. She washed her hands and filled the dutch oven pot with various veggies before pouring more water over them.

He dressed quickly and then lifted the pot up for her, placing it into the ashes of the fireplace for it to cook. "I'll get more wood," he said, retreating to the porch. "Hey Scully, come here."

She walked to the porch and stared out. "Look. And actual Moose."

She stared out the window as the massive animal moved in front of the porch window, staring directly at them, huffing as steam blew out of his nostrils. Scully's mouth was agape. She could feel the power of the animal through the walls. "Mulder...he's beautiful."

"He is," he said, as they watched the animal walk off from their view. "Amazing. I've never seen a moose up close before."

"Me either."

"How majestic," he said, in awe.

"I'm glad we were able to see him," she smiled. "It brings this all into perspective."

He turned to look at her. "In what way?"

"We're together, we can express our love now and we're in such a gorgeous place."

"And it cut the boredom a little."

"Come on, Mulder. There's some banana chips left in the bag."

He shook his head. "You know you're the only one that wants to eat that. The same with those dried apricots," he gagged. "I'd rather eat the moose."

Scully rolled her eyes. "Then come watch me eat them then," she said, pulling him back into the cabin.

Scully grabbed the bag of dehydrated banana slices and headed for the sofa. Mulder added a few more stacks of wood to the fire and then sat down on the floor, his back against the sofa. He listened as Scully crunched the banana chips. "Okay, fine, give me some."

He turned towards her and she slipped a piece onto his tongue. He bit into it and then grimaced. "My mistake. I guess I thought it would somehow transform into something that tasted good. Like a miracle."

"You promised me a crazy story, Mulder. I wanna hear it. It'll make the day go by faster."

Mulder sighed heavily. "Okay..."

"Something original and not based on our real lives or on the X-Files."

"Hmmm," he frowned. "Okay, can I tell a ghost story?"

"It gets dark at 4 around here. Nooooo!"

"But, I'm here to protect you, Scully."

"More like, I'm here to protect you, Mulder."

He chuckled. "Very true."

"It better not be too scary."

He turned towards her, his elbow against her thigh. "Okay, there is a Castle I heard of..."

"This better not be an X-Files."

"Its not. Skinner would never approve of us going ghost hunting in Scotland."

"Okay, continue."

"A peasant woman fell in love with a man that was married but he was the King of Scotland. And so his wife, the Queen, found out that he was having an affair and so she poisoned his food, but she dropped dead instead."

Scully scrunched up her nose. "Okay."

"Stick with me here."

"So, the woman thought she was now free to be with the King that she loved and so the day before they were to get married, the King dropped dead. She was devastated but also extremely pregnant."

"Go on..."

"And so after she gave birth, her son was born and was declared the official heir to the throne."

"Yeah..."

"But then she dropped dead."

"But why?"

Mulder shrugged his shoulders. "The cook didn't like any of 'em."

Scully broke out into a smile as Mulder chuckled. "Ugh, Mulder..."

"What?", he laughed. "Just hold on, I've got a million of them just like that."

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